I would kill for a copy of the July 1977 Hustler. My land lady's daughter was the centerfold, spread-eagled in all her 18-year old glory, with a jet-black bird's nest you could get lost in...
I would kill for a copy of the July 1977 Hustler. My land lady's daughter was the centerfold, spread-eagled in all her 18-year old glory, with a jet-black bird's nest you could get lost in...