Come again you wise ones. We found the begriff the spy of works and day. Not a pest governing the fool.So dont cloverleaf. Or backpedal along the weal .  You cant ! fool! shouting down by the Trombonists.

This one liked it that way. The sheen of her belly was a thrifting belle letter along the winging of her arse. Not a stump but a marriage cop. A penmanship awarding every frivolous thought.        Sometime much later before sex she had .. no  not that once again please go back accent please... but the voice got 'lost' hovering between appendages which are not the same as appendices.