There’s something about an old trunk, you know, what they have on boats, that makes me want to finger myself! It requires me off to fantasies of being using a couple of long lady swashbucklers outside their, and the remote and wild seas, that may pillage my tight sexy body. It is like a Pandoras box. I get along with it and all sorts of hot and horny fantasies flooding down through my thoughts to my hands, and right to my waiting cooter!
