Mischa reminded me of one of these toys u wind up, put on the ground and then they crazily crash into walls, bounce off and proceed crashing and banging into furniture and everything else that acquires in their way until they are exhausted of vigour. There was no let up in Mischa's continued and sustained wantonness! Each time I attempted to pause for breath, this babe would renew her attack on me, demanding rampant sex in each way imaginable. On the floor, on the ottoman, bent over against a post, there was simply no stopping her and do u know what the strangest and almost all shocking thing of all was? Yep, listen, learn and be cowed, my brethren, in spite of a entire hour of crazed rampant sex, did that babe at any time think of removing her wooly cardigan! I shudder to think what would have become of me, if that babe had done so!