He was a curious lad, with a broad chest and strong shoulders. His eyes were a deep brown, his jaw line sharp and defined. He loved action, he also loved adventure. But most of all he loved to run his hand along my legs, making me flush in all his favorite places.
I must reflesh my memory It's getting gammy in here Flush it Charcoal silt, pured water and oxygen Prey attention to memory Tend to it Till it Till it's clear and consistent in it's dishonesty : A single picture One linear note And no deviation.