If she was cooking or doing dishes I'd kneel behind her and hug her legs, put the side of my face in the crack of her ass, and reverently not say a word, like even nuclear bombs couldn't harm two people in such a cute position. Once in a while she farted, but I still never let go.
― LC, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― LC, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― LC, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:11 (twenty-one years ago)
This sounds like the end to a really bad novel.
oh, and you sicken me.
― Plaster Penguin, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― LC, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― bible salesman, Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Sunday, 9 May 2004 16:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― stockholm cindy (Jody Beth Rosen), Sunday, 9 May 2004 17:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Sunday, 9 May 2004 20:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― the 'surface' 'noise' (electricsound), Sunday, 9 May 2004 22:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Sunday, 9 May 2004 22:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Sunday, 9 May 2004 23:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 10 May 2004 12:24 (twenty-one years ago)