"You are forgiven!" The Who from a Quick One While He's Away.

Everytime I saw an Italian lady in my neighborhood that resembled Sophia I would get a woody. My friend's mom ran a laundromat in Brooklyn. She was a dead ringer for Sophia. When she scrubbed the counters at the end of a long day, her large breasts would move rythmythically beneath her cotton blouse and long strands of her gorgeous long brown Italian hair would fall from her loose bun. BOING - gotta go! : )

On Sunday's she would sometimes wear it down and wear a blue hat with the dark mesh netting over her face. Having a woody in church is something I suppose I will have to pay for someday. Guilty pleasures. Ah, Sophia, the face that launched a million hard ons!