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Black · 08-26-2009, 10:30 PM

hmmmmmmm yes as i was saying.

i ask what tit tisssssss....hmmm yes. the proceeding part is magnificent.

she looks at me, from breast to breast. slowly up my chest, furhter more up my throat and finally locks on my lips.

speaking to them as one would speak to a newly born baby just post trip in the canal of warmth she says "i would like to ask of you a favor"

i look at her lips as they form the last "or" sound of the sentence. they are cracked, from many years pon this earth, or from many weights of crack heated.

i reply "lady you already asked that the auidence is getting antsy, on with the story"
"what story?" she asks

she was clearly under the influence of some heavy psychedelic. the kind bush men and rockerrollers are so fond of.

onwards.

she wants me to wave to her, briskly, silently, vibrantly, bashfully, and most of all, lovingly. most of all....lovingly. how can one drunk man resist the allure of an old lady looking for a loving briskilenbrantly wave. not i, not as she smelled so sweet of elderberrys.

her groceries consisted of brown sugar, flour, oil, eggs and cocoa. there was baking to be done by this woman. many many tasty teats were to emerge from an oven somewhere in a house full of cats. and decorative bowls. i could picture it then so vividly. like a dream that hast be forgotten. there were crown moldings in the washrooms. her walls were colors of autumn with hints of mauve and lilac. oh those were the days.

i agreed to commit this act of love in the form of a wave. i was hoping for a larger act, but we shall take what we shall get.

par three coming fall 2020

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Black YaHookan Join Date: Nov 2008 Posts: 761 Thanks: 365 Thanked 308 Times in 196 Posts	hmmmmmmm yes as i was saying. i ask what tit tisssssss....hmmm yes. the proceeding part is magnificent. she looks at me, from breast to breast. slowly up my chest, furhter more up my throat and finally locks on my lips. speaking to them as one would speak to a newly born baby just post trip in the canal of warmth she says "i would like to ask of you a favor" i look at her lips as they form the last "or" sound of the sentence. they are cracked, from many years pon this earth, or from many weights of crack heated. i reply "lady you already asked that the auidence is getting antsy, on with the story" "what story?" she asks she was clearly under the influence of some heavy psychedelic. the kind bush men and rockerrollers are so fond of. onwards. she wants me to wave to her, briskly, silently, vibrantly, bashfully, and most of all, lovingly. most of all....lovingly. how can one drunk man resist the allure of an old lady looking for a loving briskilenbrantly wave. not i, not as she smelled so sweet of elderberrys. her groceries consisted of brown sugar, flour, oil, eggs and cocoa. there was baking to be done by this woman. many many tasty teats were to emerge from an oven somewhere in a house full of cats. and decorative bowls. i could picture it then so vividly. like a dream that hast be forgotten. there were crown moldings in the washrooms. her walls were colors of autumn with hints of mauve and lilac. oh those were the days. i agreed to commit this act of love in the form of a wave. i was hoping for a larger act, but we shall take what we shall get. par three coming fall 2020 __________________ formality known as higherlearner84, la coka nostra and finding balance.