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Originally Posted by zuckerman
In the end, we worked out a compromise: I'd discreetly probe for obstructions with a finger before entrusting MLC to that perilous passage. It became a kind of joke between us, like testing the direction of the wind by sucking your finger and holding it up in the breeze. If I ever wanted to make her blush bright red in polite company I'd just find some conversational excuse to make that gesture – wet finger held in the air. Then she'd be gagging to get me alone as soon as possible.
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Well, thanks, Zuckerman, that was..er, interesting? Oh, yeah. I particularly like that finger signaling system. Kind of reminds me of the ride of Paul Revere...two if by pussy, one if by ass. Two in the pink and one in the stink!
Carry on, Zuckerman!