Friday, March 19, 2010


her ass is the sweep of hope. she's love berry and bushel. as she speaks I surround her. A whoosh hoosh . her boots and coat, and the question... how was your... did you have a .....

To continue and to be. Come to the love masking nothing.

If you put your cock in there they'd cry hope to its coming.

Hurry we have a lecture at 8 and the Doctor Challenger is hearing a defence! A public love to lecture the air of its becoming and the way her kerchief hankies her hair. This is lust's fox. Come to the cafe when you're done and we'll run and run. Leave the worry aside and ring your castle late. O my lover bug!

                      Jill resides between the hug and mate.