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SHE CALLED HIM 'STUD'
She called him 'Stud!'
They soon got nudd
as bloods grew hot,
hands squeezed on bot.
Both no stitch on,
to the kitchen,
not bed, she raced
as her he chased.
On the table,
as was able,
he blew her mind
with his corn grind.
They soon got nudd
as bloods grew hot,
hands squeezed on bot.
Both no stitch on,
to the kitchen,
not bed, she raced
as her he chased.
On the table,
as was able,
he blew her mind
with his corn grind.
Published 19th Apr 2022
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19th Apr 2022 10:21am
19th Apr 2022 6:09pm
Recently had covid for 10 days, no worse discomfort than sore throat. I have just returned to work after 2 wks leave but the journey was most stressful and I broke my left wing mirror passing a wheelie bin.
