Betsy was my first. She rolled over me like a hurricane; because she was, well…a hurricane. Did you think something different? Shame. I was a kid living with my family in a mobile home in Biloxi, Mississippi. You can call… Read More ›
Betsy was my first. She rolled over me like a hurricane; because she was, well…a hurricane. Did you think something different? Shame. I was a kid living with my family in a mobile home in Biloxi, Mississippi. You can call… Read More ›