I knew a chap who was quite pissedabout his bad cunnilinguswhen with his lovely blond-haired lass named Beth.For no matter how he triedwhen he was done poor Beth just sighed,“That didn’t do it, Horace!” in one breath.It mattered not his true comportor whether tongue went long or shortthe hoped for results simply never came.And as the years went drifting bythe sighs did stop but Beth would crybecause the results always wer...