Silly superstition

“Say, how old are you anyway?” the reporter asked as the obviously young lass was disrobing.

“Thirteen.” she replied with a shy smile.

“Thirteen??? My God girl!!! You get those clothes back on at once and get the hell outta here! Are you crazy?” he thundered.

Pausing briefly at the door as she left, the perplexed nymphet smiled and said, “Superstitious, huh?”


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