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05-16-2007, 08:43 PM | #1 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
Join Date: Nov 2005
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Julie Part 1.
The clinking of the bottles in the carrier bags
of the morning masses brandishing their bus passes cos tonight will be the night before the morning of tomorrow when Julie has to take 3 showers just to get rid of the sorrow (oh no) these lads wouldn't change her for the world cos they don't know any better, so young, so free, and all her letters to that bright charming man down Dorset in his caravan have received no reply, which leaves her to question why she threw all her youth down a wishing well she'll think **** it tonight, but tomorrow she'll be guilty as hell. The kids well in, it's like a mission from God suggestive words, to this bird, you dirty little sod while her lads away on a family holiday, you'll take your chances, whatever the **** romance is you'll do it, you promise, you'll times what he can do, by two, he says "Julie PLEASE come to!" "Realise that your fella won't ever treat you any better" Julie accepts this, it's a safe bet, breaks off into a cold sweat, as the lads lips slide down her neck now they've both got nothing on, they lay down, damage done lad squirts, Julie squirms, she feels the sperm I'll continue this another time, if you think it's any good. |
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