| Spillelerry | Date: Пятница, 2012-04-27, 3:38:57 | Message # 1 |
|
Group: Гости
| One of the men shouted that she should put it back on and a couple others had booed.She wanted to know the sexual ones.She stood for a moment over me seeming to admire what she and her cohort had created.I didn'T hate the old man, but I surely hadn'T formed any attachment to him.Tammy wasn'T in the in crowd I took Tammy by the arm and gave her a big kiss and said she was with me.It was obvious that she didn'T care if she was caught.For a few moments at least.I smiled and reminded him that breakfast would be at 6:00.(If Bonita'S bloated beachball belly had bloomed only a couple more inches, that wedding gown *never* would have fit, even with all that spare material.They must'Ve won a lottery or something, because they had money for some decent booze, not the nasty shit they usually got.She went into convulsions.I stopped moving and held still.
|
| |
| |
