..... Sometimes leave one feeling like a ...... a lovely flower. I got in nowhere near the miles I had hoped to. But, and there is always a but, life got in the way of riding. Shhhhh ..... it happens sometimes. Oh well. As you were. Get off the babysitter. Should that door be closed? Are you sure they can't hear? Have you ever done it in the front of a Mazda B2200? Right outside her parents bedroom window? And honked the horn with your cock......swain? Infuckingdeed. And the miso mess that followed and stained the carpet on the passenger side, that very same loin-age leakage that smelled musty and dank every time it rained. Yup. Stream of consciousness to rival the stream of miso-age,um, ness, loin-age like leakage that one left behind. Weirdness abound. Paradise found. Big ole booty, round. And I will leave you this weekend to ponder the age old questions: what the fuck is every woman who has a belly button ring thinking? Ewww fucking eww.
Out!
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