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Jan 2014
She pushes and thrills me and every time she does kills me but the man inside wills me to go on.
She calls me John boy, to infuriate me,then initiates me into her womanly mystery,kisses expertly to end this man's misery and who would I be without her beside and behind me?
She pulls me up closely,holds onto me tightly,makes me feel mighty and gently we sink into what each other thinks and we do this thing nightly.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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