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I see her by her house dressed in jeans blue & tight with white top tight fitting she's putting out garbage she sees me Benedict I didn't know you were here Milka's smile is so **** infectious I've just come on my bike coming in? she asks me sure why not I reply her mother's in the kitchen washing up she sees me & she smiles her wet hands give a wave like a drink? she asks me sure I say Milka says I'll get it you sit down I sit down & watch them both at chores Milka's mum is cuddly standing there I watch her she's like a Rubens dame Milka says how do you like your tea? how I like my women I tell her & that is? she asks me moodily just like you very warm with body her mother soft chuckles Benedict you're naughty she tells me turning round her bright eyes drinking me Milka gives me the tea & sits down with her milk drowned coffee & we talk of our day *** maybe if her mum goes shopping on her own) her mother dries her hands on a towel then sips tea by the sink as Milka & I talk & sip drink.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
TEA AT MILKA'S 1964.
I see her by her house dressed in jeans blue & tight with white top tight fitting she's putting out garbage she sees me Benedict I didn't know you were here Milka's smile is so **** infectious I've just come on my bike coming in? she asks me sure why not I reply her mother's in the kitchen washing up she sees me & she smiles her wet hands give a wave like a drink? she asks me sure I say Milka says I'll get it you sit down I sit down & watch them both at chores Milka's mum is cuddly standing there I watch her she's like a Rubens dame Milka says how do you like your tea? how I like my women I tell her & that is? she asks me moodily just like you very warm with body her mother soft chuckles Benedict you're naughty she tells me turning round her bright eyes drinking me Milka gives me the tea & sits down with her milk drowned coffee & we talk of our day *** maybe if her mum goes shopping on her own) her mother dries her hands on a towel then sips tea by the sink as Milka & I talk & sip drink.
A BOY AND GIRL AND HER MOTHER ONE BREAKFAST TIME IN 1964.
TerryCollett
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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