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Holly lies in the bed it's Sunday and no work she says and Geraldine is down stairs preparing the breakfast standing there in her short silk nightie but when she returns and we have drunk and eaten our breakfast we'll make love once again before we go out to eat our lunch in that small restaurant sit outside watching the world go by sipping wine eating our Spanish dish but till then it's breakfast after that we'll nibble each other kiss soft flesh investigate fish like clams kiss soft lips speak soft words as the *** honey drips.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
HONEY DRIPS 1986.
Holly lies in the bed it's Sunday and no work she says and Geraldine is down stairs preparing the breakfast standing there in her short silk nightie but when she returns and we have drunk and eaten our breakfast we'll make love once again before we go out to eat our lunch in that small restaurant sit outside watching the world go by sipping wine eating our Spanish dish but till then it's breakfast after that we'll nibble each other kiss soft flesh investigate fish like clams kiss soft lips speak soft words as the *** honey drips.
TWO WOMEN ONE SUNDAY IN 1986 AFTER BREAKFAST IN BED.
TerryCollett
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
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