My dad once said to me that if he spared me the rod then how would I learn. Far better be it to taste the blade than run into battle feeling immortal.
Thus I do it for you is what I try to say. Own the flag, feel the flag inside you and they will lose their power over you. You need never fear another flag again
Oh please no. Your body is your own and despite the burgeoning attraction between us I wouldnt have you cheapen yourself or what we may become by offering yourself before the moon is yet full
I about choked on my snack when I got to batting the bi-planes out of the air with the testaculars. A real SLAP 3.9. Grand imagery there, mate. (At least that's where MY imagination ventured forth..like those 5-ball-on-a- string clacker thingies on the bosse's desk.)
Reminds me of the lovely nurse McGuire in college, when all of us at a wildlife job had to go in for a physical. She held a #2 pencil to whack you back into relaxation mode if things got too spuddy in the southern examination process. Never got to experience the Ticonderoga, but just the idea was probably cause enough to 'behave'. Thanks for another grand read.
yes i always get your blog upvote then comment..but i very wary now..i totally learn by you..
If we cannot learn then we are as but animals. -Scott Mackenzie, famous Scottish author
Yes, I am glad that we have both learnt something today
of course my dear..but before i don,t know this subject...at last if you withdraw your flag, i will happy huglly..kindly consider my problems..✋✋✋✋
My dad once said to me that if he spared me the rod then how would I learn. Far better be it to taste the blade than run into battle feeling immortal.
Thus I do it for you is what I try to say. Own the flag, feel the flag inside you and they will lose their power over you. You need never fear another flag again
i am very concern in this moment..what do me..
Oh please no. Your body is your own and despite the burgeoning attraction between us I wouldnt have you cheapen yourself or what we may become by offering yourself before the moon is yet full
okk no problem..bye
I about choked on my snack when I got to batting the bi-planes out of the air with the testaculars. A real SLAP 3.9. Grand imagery there, mate. (At least that's where MY imagination ventured forth..like those 5-ball-on-a- string clacker thingies on the bosse's desk.)
Reminds me of the lovely nurse McGuire in college, when all of us at a wildlife job had to go in for a physical. She held a #2 pencil to whack you back into relaxation mode if things got too spuddy in the southern examination process. Never got to experience the Ticonderoga, but just the idea was probably cause enough to 'behave'. Thanks for another grand read.