Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. “And then there’s the hair, or lack of it, Lori. You see, that’s not at all an easy question. Sometimes, if a woman has soft reddish blonde hair like you probably do, well then it seems a shame to shave it all off, you know?” I asked, rhetorically, as on this trip upward from her toes to her upper thigh, I went completely to the top, still under that tiny scrap of black fabric, but as I massaged her upper calf, her tight, round, ass, and her uppermost region of her left thigh, I allowed my left. Several people groaned."It's a love story and a comedy," the teacher said, smiling and getting the projector ready. How many times have you done this, asked something inside him. He let them read for ten minutes and then told them to stop and killed the lights. "There are two or three movies of 'The Taming of the Shrew' and a musical called 'Kiss Me Kate.' Anybody seen one?"No response."OK, here's a piece of one with Liz Taylor and Richard Burton from about ten years ago. Ever hear of them? I.Read More
