Tuesday, January 05, 2010


Does she live in the corner? Aye that she does in the southern careen of her fortune lad to her corn and seed. Her waning ass pearl to her storm .Shifted to her grouse her lay me down panty thong spread to your leg . Like a sock without wool and rain without cloud she's cloden to your hoof.

And unencumbered by any yuletide thing she's song to your tinsel thief.O brief brogue of mastery her breast's mouth full of her self your child your son. A swearing in of love's haughty game.

Jill clambers the roof, and aloof she's wiggling her ass . to the . Herd bayou bundle _______________________