Sunday, November 01, 2009


Yikes and Yokes said Jill and phone Mona on her desiring telephone
and they had -.
Okay. We're here at last, with no face and no preface either!|

This was an ancient novelty hyaline and unlatch. the ringing bugle bare its tone. O no not bare! gawd's sake matey! get off the prison cell! yer a sodomized plate that way. Get a grip You old closet freak!

_____________________________ Mona's 'cell' phone is in her shoe, shes shoehorned her smartfuckyfucksthat WAY. No one gets to see who's she's in bed of. . Copulating fornicating medieval villages.

Does that give schizo carte-blanche or alcoholic bustle, better the cretins know not thy self, its micrdotting glory!

I kiss thy vulva, thy clitoris, as a glittering most it moist jewel!

__________________________________Mona comes over later langour to her love.