Tybalt conjoined with my Ro and appeared to buck himself within.”“And thy Ro, didst he cry out?”“Forsooth, if I mayest employ thy word so adroitly used before, he did. Gather now thy skirts and seek comfort for thy urges with the good Friars, Lawrence and John. Gay porn What stirreth thy gentle soul so?”“It’s Ro. More proper will be my language, lest offense be rendered thee, most sympathetic guide.”“Proceed.”“Mercutio, in company with Othello, placed sweet Ro on his stomach athwart an olde keg whilst Tybalt did anoint himself from a vial in his jerkin. My least look at him – my knees knock, my heart throbs, my cunny leaks.”“Thou speakest in a manner most dreadful modern. But to report ye truth is a girl’s duty. Repeatedly, I heard, ‘Yea, more!’ and ‘Plowest thou my furrow!’ and ‘Makest thou fertile room for our friends, stout-cocked Mercutio and Othello of the ebon spear.”“Thy cause is lost, most precious girl. He groweth apace, as hath been obvious to all naked orbs of sight.”“I know.
