Vault Classics 159 - Requested
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down old Route 66, but over life's winding highways as well.
That's why I love night riding. No computers, no telephones, no interruptions.
Just a lot of room to let my mind maneuver and roam and remember.
I love to remember at night. The darkness makes the memories, especially my favorite ones,
seem so close and intimate that I can touch them.
And they can touch me.
Hmm. Hmm. Ooh, I just felt one.
Which one was that?
Oh yeah, Bernie! Oh, man!
Ooh, my first college professor.
Faded blue jeans and corduroy jacket with elbow patches.
Is that you, Bernie?
Come on in here, sweetheart. Don't be a stranger. Come on in.
Are you still listening to that shit?
Hello, professor.
I prefer music of a higher caliber. After all, I do have a doctorate.
99 bottles of beer on the wall. 99 bottles of beer.
If one of those bottles happened to fall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall.
Bernie, shut up! You have a terrible voice!
Don't be cruel, Miss Hattie.
Your other talents were much more satisfying.
You know what I was thinking of?
I was thinking of your mouth.
Your mouth was so hot.
Oh, it made my nipples as hard as rocks.
And you sucked on my tits.
God, it was like turning a faucet on in my pussy.
You made me so wet.
Oh, you were inspired.
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