Fair enough. I will limit my thoughts to her more than ample fun bags, but only as they would heave with each breath. I never envisioned (nor in any other way thought about) her now-deceased DDs.
Not exactly. But there was that one time I asked her to take a really cold shower (you should have seen those diamond cutters) and lay there silent and motionless. I cry about that now (clomid-induced).
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