Giljagaur – AKA Gully Gawk
Hidden from site Giljagaur travels from the mountains, down to the farms, lurking in gullies and dark, dank ditches, awaiting the chance to steal the warm milk and especially the foam or cream skimmed from the top of the bucket. He awaits his chance to steal the milk when the milkmaids are distracted by a burly farm hand with George North’s thighs, a woman after my own heart.
Hidden from site Giljagaur travels from the mountains, down to the farms, lurking in gullies and dark, dank ditches, awaiting the chance to steal the warm milk and especially the foam or cream skimmed from the top of the bucket. He awaits his chance to steal the milk when the milkmaids are distracted by a burly farm hand with George North’s thighs, a woman after my own heart.
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