When is a porn flick not a porn flick?
Is there a market for a blue movie where the young hunk in the half-unbuttoned overalls turns up at the cosy house and suggestively fixes the busty, stockinged housewife’s washing machine while she observes, and then goes on his way?
You likee? Try: In the LSD garden | Donald Bauer | Is there a wedding on or something? | Paul Rosselhoff | The letter of sex | Fry me a million
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