tim woodhouse (04 07 1964 / preston, england)
Period Sex - Poem by tim woodhouse
When we were courting - towels on the bed!
Now we are married - sleep in the shed!
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It's just a silly, rude quickie!
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013
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