Herman Lategan
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/ 17 December 2003

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Oral sex, the adage goes, is a matter of taste, but what was happening in front of me was either tasteless or tasty (depending on your moral paradigms). A chiselled, topless go-go boy with a crew cut, dressed in cargo pants, was slowly pushing his erect penis through a hole carved in an old church’s pulpit.