On the wisp of whiskers snicker-doodle NETA perusal antiquities to deal with on-line, all the time, and hours wasted- my Copy N’ Pasties to elect the forthright and forth and back, time for one of them Cookies—a kitty—and a light laden candle snack with my online handles “wrxtbi” and “alwayschillen” plus this new before it was arranged, Daniel B. bought a couple shirts at J. Crew—me there and I Cared for a fashionable fit, me seeing Justine try on low-cut shirts like this, and me peeking peeping those tits!
Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries”
Her chest sincere MY DEAR (plus those John Deere Stocks of mine...) Justine enamored and thanking me for banging a nail in Grammy’s coffin, and a spanked thanks thanked Chick coughing up some PUNK sitting (but not “spitting”…) in what “rocks the boat” with a pleasant attitude, her not a prude (!!!), very cheery, as can be—so much suchie-suchie whimsical and altruistic SALUTE, but I’m without my girl as of now, and how- can I have her back ??? ...a warm front with what weather, my nonchalance to say, “Whatever, you want my lady!” slim and shady, afloat a broad, my body and her fingernails—but she wouldn’t scream with joy, and me being CLAWED... my bored and poor pectorals, seeded pores of sebum
And speaking of SEE-BUM:
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