What a breath of fresh airand a touch of sweet lipsback you are in my cyberarmsplease do pardon my starewhen we hug, crushing ribsI may melt at the thought of your charms.
Rumours hide where the sun don't shine. Sandra has class and wouldn't give you the time of day.
She keeps a tidy house and does not keep poo around.
Well, I love you my friend, but it may be only the Dewers.. but yes, back for a test of the waters.. CS.
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