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Bed and Breakfast
4 hours this morning I lay miserable in bed
I hold my breath and wish I were dead
In comes my wife to give me some head
Now I live to see that she's fed
I hold my breath and wish I were dead
In comes my wife to give me some head
Now I live to see that she's fed
Published 31st Mar 2017
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