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Oh my mom just going to find out that you had the money and that's what these people worried about your mental illness is caused from physical education that's the end of it it's abbreviated PE
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But my mom is skinnier than I am now and it's ok for her to talk about it so when I was going to send it was not a favor to talk about it but I could turn to play castle clash I guess I'm going to get fatter if I using that are cheap then it's going to be encouragement this doesn't make any sense My wife an inventor I thought that would be wonderful... I guess I think someone just tell the truth I had wanted to get married but I didn't never question their child.... and I'll take what I say for myself before it airs or someone else so it's going to be more confusing than anything ever so that's how worthless this game is of life... what do you want to be when you grow up
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It is best practice to cover all of the "states", particularly for links. An easy way to do that is "LOVE HATE" or L :link O V :visited E H :hover A :active T E Doing them in that order is ideal.
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Long time before i am deceased. No one will explain why thisbis stupid. I never want it in bushes in front of someone's front window is so freaking creepy it's always sometimes I just wish God was my boyfriend
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Who who can see this and how and why. Are you sick like me or i am deceased client. No ine wants my PROPAGANDA
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I guess I think someone just tell the truth I had wanted to get married but I didn't never question their child.... and I'll take what I say for myself before it airs or someone else so it's going to be more confusing than anything ever so that's how worthless this game is of life... what do you want to be when you grow up 271482943 مصنف على 2016-07-31 04:24:02 Bogus my brain is addled this is Boggle Logi-Boges. We is silenced 271482943 مصنف على 2016-07-31 04:27:10 Stranger it's because you're like a queer.... or if that's not it because you heard them correctly it's what they said and that's clear the color of your skin you RACEZ clear terra260273 مصنف على 2016-07-31 04:41:02 It is best practice to cover all of the "states", particularly for links. An easy way to do that is "LOVE HATE" or L :link O V :visited E H :hover A :active T E Doing them in that order is ideal. تعليق يوجد 5 تعليقات, اضغط هنا لاظهارهم. الامضاء MinotaurChieftan لاعب جديد منشورات:6 ارسل رسالة #3 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-07-31 20:34:41 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط And I'm naked And I'm naked كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. رد wipty مصنف على 2016-08-02 23:14:50 !!!!!!This game is so dumb it's so dumb it's so dumb this game is so dumb dumb dumb dumb uraqt مصنف على 2016-08-08 12:04:28 U R A Q T sunbathe مصنف على 2016-08-12 15:07:20 thats a link to another YouTube like um wipty مصنف على 2016-08-13 07:34:08 PUMPKIN DUKE ! IS A LOT OF MONEY wipty مصنف على 2016-08-13 07:35:23 2016 is strange is strNge2016-2065 تعليق يوجد 2 تعليقات, اضغط هنا لاظهارهم. الامضاء MinotaurChieftan لاعب جديد منشورات:6 ارسل رسالة #4 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-07-31 21:30:07 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. رد wipty مصنف على 2016-08-02 23:14:43 !!!!!!This game is so dumb it's so dumb it's so dumb this game is so dumb dumb dumb dumb MissLE مصنف على 2016-09-26 19:49:32 ?Why Nobody Touch Kim Patients Logana please wait or letbit be Theban مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:48:04 مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:44:22 .To erase. Like seriously use a school eraser TàimTuirseach مصنف على 2016-11-05 04:58:09 Long time before i am deceased. No one will explain why thisbis stupid. I never want it in bushes in front of someone's front window is so freaking creepy it's always sometimes I just wish God was my boyfriend TàimTuirseach مصنف على 2016-11-05 04:59:17 Who who can see this and how and why. Are you sick like me or i am deceased client. No ine wants my PROPAGANDA تعليق يوجد 1 تعليقات, اضغط هنا لاظهارهم. الامضاء MinotaurChieftan لاعب جديد منشورات:6 ارسل رسالة #5 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-07-31 21:40:26 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط وكان لوغان بالمرض. وكان لوغان بالمرض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. كان لوى مريض. رد تعليق الامضاء MinotaurChieftan لاعب جديد منشورات:6 ارسل رسالة #6 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-07-31 21:46:49 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط [justify]ومن أفضل الممارسات لتغطية كل من "دول"، ولا سيما بالنسبة الروابط. طريقة سهلة لذلك هي "أكره الحب" أو L: الارتباط يا الخامس: زار E H: تحوم A: نشط تي E القيام بها في هذا النظام هو المثل الاعلى.. [/justify] [justify]Sad to see me write in Arabic or a foreign language when we all know that she will be missed and she will be over forever[/justify] رد wipty مصنف على 2016-08-02 23:14:16 !!!!!!This game is so dumb it's so dumb it's so dumb this game is so dumb dumb dumb dumb wipty مصنف على 2016-08-02 23:14:25 !!!!!!This game is so dumb it's so dumb it's so dumb this game is so dumb dumb dumb dumb MissLE مصنف على 2016-09-26 20:05:38 http://cc.arb.forum.igg.com/topic?fcid=51&ctid=2101&nfid=0 Theban مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:48:47 مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:44:22 .To erase. Like seriously use a school eraser تعليق الامضاء Polariscope لاعب جديد منشورات:11 ارسل رسالة #7 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-08-06 06:44:05 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط Write me a fantasy: A sexually explicit love letter w/o forgery Mood DisorderNOS• SUN, 08 Mar 1981 Right now I’m sitting at Evergreen, CO under a dark sky. That’s just the introductory line. Where I am right now doesn’t matter, but so you know, I have a Iced Latte, and Haunted (Poe album) playing via headphones. So I’ve got pen and paper to write a fantasy, but the more I think about it, the harder it seems to write. So I’m not going to make anything up, I’m going to tell you what keeps me awake at night. Before I go on, let me say this is fantasy; I can have what I want. I can choose from different futures, play them out. Mostly, this is all assuming we pray together. So you’ll please forgive me for jumping ahead. So at night I can lie awake for some time before falling asleep. I think of many things; of problems, solutions, desires… this starts with the thought of sharing a bed. I’m asleep that night; I might be working the next day. It would be 3 AM and you have just had your bath, and when you come in you try not to wake me, but as you undress, I stir, and as you climb under the covers I know you’ve come to bed. I imagine you sleep in men’s black satin boxers. I sleep naked. You pull the covers up and you shiver a little. I pull you closer to me and my warmth, closer to my bare chest and press myself against you. Your skin is fresh and firm from the hot bath, cool and smooth under my hand. I’ve run my hand up between your soft breasts and my arm holds you, and you’ve taken my hand. I rest my head against you. Is your hair slightly damp, or do you dry it? The warmth under the covers slowly increases and your body begins to relax. You begin to breathe easy. I move my legs so my thighs press beneath your own, I feel the soft satin. I am more awake now, but I am peaceful, you’re in my arms. There isn’t anything else in the world but this moment and its sensations. And what do I feel? I hear the soft rain outside and I hear you breathing. I feel your chest rise and fall. The heat building in my hand, snug in your bosom, the hand you’re holding. My head is tucked into your neck, your cool hair on my face, perfumed. I exhale, hot breath, it travels and spreads over your neck, down your back, further; I think you must feel that too. My lips are already pressed to your shoulders, and grateful for this moment, I kiss, softly. You respond with the cutest little sigh, and squeeze my hand that you hold to your chest, and you interlock our fingers. Do I kiss you again? Do I gently squeeze your fingers? Do I grow hard against your satin boxers? Or does the warmth and peace take us both to sleep? This is what I imagine at 5 in the morning. It’s just in my mind, but it can feel real, so long as I don’t stop, so long as I don’t feel the cold just a foot away. This is possible. Do you think like this? Do you think about arguments too? What great fights we could have. I do, and how I would I say I’m sorry, how I would make it better. But now, at 5 in the morning, thinking of you pressed against me, I’ve grown hard. For me, that night, you turn to face me, and trying to keep out the cold air you move slowly; you move in so close your nose touches mine, our lips touch. Sometimes I think of how I would feel if I let you down, made you mad, and you were not talking to me. How would I approach you, how would I get you to tell me what was wrong. What kind of pain we could inflict. But in this dream, I want you to kiss me, so so gently; so sweetly; a sweet moment. You do. The perfect moments of togetherness that make everything else worthwhile, make all other complaints trivial. In this waking dream I run the tips of my fingers up your back, I hold your neck, soft shaved hair tickles my finger tips. I love the feel of your muscles under the skin. I run my fingers through your hair, or along the line of your jaw up around your ear. I hold you firmly, and we kiss harder. We both exhale. You dig into my back, not so hard it hurts, but passionately, you pull our bodies closer together. Maybe the rain starts to fall harder. The hot air escapes the covers, and with it the trance scent of your excitement. It would drive me wild. Its morning in reality, the morning light is growing, but I have given into the fantasy, and I massage myself under the covers. In the future, in the fantasy, I can almost sense every detail, from the intoxicating scent of your body, feeling the sliding flesh, breathing you in, taking my time in this ever escalating dream. In reality, the covers get in my way, so I take them down below my hips. It is freezing, but I don’t care. The future, the fantasy, it flips back and forth, focusing on you breathing and sounds that you make; then to between your legs, hot and wet; the feel of pubic hair; Kissing your inner thigh; lost in your lips; teeth biting; deep kissing; deep inside you. I’m pinning your hand to the bed above your head, the other I have beneath you clasping your shoulder, forcefully, almost violently. We are lost in the moment, overcome. Back in reality I am nearly there. I want to come but I don’t want it to end. So I slow down. I shouldn’t, I have to get up for work, but I slow down. You’re on top of me now with the covers halfway up your back. You’re leaning down low over me, your forehead resting on mine, you are moving back and forth. I’m flipping between sensations; looking into your eyes, or our eyes close and our lips pressed together, you might bite my lip. It’s hot inside you. You are so wet I am gliding. I can tell you are close. You take sharp breaths, you make desperate little moans. The thought of your coming climax sends waves of pleasure up my body. And in my fantasy we come together. Clutching each other in an embrace far too powerful for any other moment, and we are absolute. In reality my heart is thundering in my ears. In my mind, we haven’t moved since, but you have placed your hand on my chest, you’re feeling my heart pound. Maybe you fall to my side, my arm beneath you, your head on my shoulder, we then pull the covers up. I gently stroke your arm, just lightly touching you. Maybe we talk, or maybe just remain silent – peaceful – exhausted. I know I hold you for a long time. And as the sweat dries we fall asleep. In reality, I’m calm, thinking of you in my .arms ,To God ?How could I keep/still not (forgotten) if man is real or fake ,Sweet Dreams Terrance & Loe رد تعليق الامضاء MissLE عضو برونزي منشورات:80 ارسل رسالة #8 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-08-07 18:55:10 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط رد MissLE مصنف على 2016-08-07 18:58:01 Caught like twat wipty مصنف على 2016-08-07 19:55:04 aguardiente (m) wipty مصنف على 2016-08-07 19:55:26 (aguardiente (m uraqt مصنف على 2016-08-08 12:03:35 U R A Q T Theban مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:48:55 مصنف على 2016-11-04 19:44:22 .To erase. Like seriously use a school eraser تعليق الامضاء God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. – The Serenity Prayer. FirstLady2013 عضو منشورات:49 ارسل رسالة #9 تم النشر بتاريخ 2016-08-10 07:55:45 | اظهر مشاركات باديء الموضوع فقط Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Reindeer Had a very shiny nose Like a light bulb And if you ever saw it Saw 8 You would even say it glows Like a light bulb Olive the Other Reindeer Reindeer Used to shout and call him names Like Dumbo They never let poor Rudolph Rudolph Join in any reindeer games Like football Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Ho ho ho Rudolph with your nose so bright won't you drive my Cadillac Then how the reindeer loveD him Loved him As they shouted out with Glee Yepi Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Reindeer Yo Gotti down in his story Like toothpaste رد FirstLady2013 مصنف على 2016-08-10 07:57:59 Yeah I wish The Real Americans would like just bust their jobs and completely decked them that's not good somebody there needs to be kept or FirstLady2013 مصنف على 2016-08-10 07:58:22 My boyfriend knows this is embarrassing it's a waste of my time it doesn't feel good we don't like this and I hate it it's not me and he's not going to respond to me because of it I don't blame them could take years to clean this mess up FirstLady2013 مصنف على 2016-08-10 07:58:43 San Diego County Sand Digger cowlick FirstLady2013 مصنف على 2016-08-10 07:59:21 The most reassuring evidence since the suing loss and a 4 year statue. It doesn't make much sense in attempting on responsible trust. My faith in Florida are dark reminisces of my life! 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[justify]ومن أفضل الممارسات لتغطية كل من "دول"، ولا سيما بالنسبة الروابط. طريقة سهلة لذلك هي "أكره الحب" أو L: الارتباط يا الخامس: زار E H: تحوم A: نشط تي E القيام بها في هذا النظام هو المثل الاعلى..
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Write me a fantasy: A sexually explicit love letter w/o forgery
Mood DisorderNOS•
SUN, 08 Mar 1981
Right now I’m sitting at Evergreen, CO under a dark sky. That’s just the introductory line. Where I am right now doesn’t matter, but so you know, I have a Iced Latte, and Haunted (Poe album) playing via headphones. So I’ve got pen and paper to write a fantasy, but the more I think about it, the harder it seems to write. So I’m not going to make anything up, I’m going to tell you what keeps me awake at night. Before I go on, let me say this is fantasy; I can have what I want. I can choose from different futures, play them out. Mostly, this is all assuming we pray together. So you’ll please forgive me for jumping ahead. So at night I can lie awake for some time before falling asleep. I think of many things; of problems, solutions, desires… this starts with the thought of sharing a bed. I’m asleep that night; I might be working the next day. It would be 3 AM and you have just had your bath, and when you come in you try not to wake me, but as you undress, I stir, and as you climb under the covers I know you’ve come to bed. I imagine you sleep in men’s black satin boxers. I sleep naked. You pull the covers up and you shiver a little. I pull you closer to me and my warmth, closer to my bare chest and press myself against you. Your skin is fresh and firm from the hot bath, cool and smooth under my hand. I’ve run my hand up between your soft breasts and my arm holds you, and you’ve taken my hand. I rest my head against you. Is your hair slightly damp, or do you dry it? The warmth under the covers slowly increases and your body begins to relax. You begin to breathe easy. I move my legs so my thighs press beneath your own, I feel the soft satin. I am more awake now, but I am peaceful, you’re in my arms. There isn’t anything else in the world but this moment and its sensations. And what do I feel? I hear the soft rain outside and I hear you breathing. I feel your chest rise and fall. The heat building in my hand, snug in your bosom, the hand you’re holding. My head is tucked into your neck, your cool hair on my face, perfumed. I exhale, hot breath, it travels and spreads over your neck, down your back, further; I think you must feel that too. My lips are already pressed to your shoulders, and grateful for this moment, I kiss, softly. You respond with the cutest little sigh, and squeeze my hand that you hold to your chest, and you interlock our fingers. Do I kiss you again? Do I gently squeeze your fingers? Do I grow hard against your satin boxers? Or does the warmth and peace take us both to sleep? This is what I imagine at 5 in the morning. It’s just in my mind, but it can feel real, so long as I don’t stop, so long as I don’t feel the cold just a foot away. This is possible. Do you think like this? Do you think about arguments too? What great fights we could have. I do, and how I would I say I’m sorry, how I would make it better. But now, at 5 in the morning, thinking of you pressed against me, I’ve grown hard. For me, that night, you turn to face me, and trying to keep out the cold air you move slowly; you move in so close your nose touches mine, our lips touch. Sometimes I think of how I would feel if I let you down, made you mad, and you were not talking to me. How would I approach you, how would I get you to tell me what was wrong. What kind of pain we could inflict. But in this dream, I want you to kiss me, so so gently; so sweetly; a sweet moment. You do. The perfect moments of togetherness that make everything else worthwhile, make all other complaints trivial. In this waking dream I run the tips of my fingers up your back, I hold your neck, soft shaved hair tickles my finger tips. I love the feel of your muscles under the skin. I run my fingers through your hair, or along the line of your jaw up around your ear. I hold you firmly, and we kiss harder. We both exhale. You dig into my back, not so hard it hurts, but passionately, you pull our bodies closer together. Maybe the rain starts to fall harder. The hot air escapes the covers, and with it the trance scent of your excitement. It would drive me wild. Its morning in reality, the morning light is growing, but I have given into the fantasy, and I massage myself under the covers. In the future, in the fantasy, I can almost sense every detail, from the intoxicating scent of your body, feeling the sliding flesh, breathing you in, taking my time in this ever escalating dream. In reality, the covers get in my way, so I take them down below my hips. It is freezing, but I don’t care. The future, the fantasy, it flips back and forth, focusing on you breathing and sounds that you make; then to between your legs, hot and wet; the feel of pubic hair; Kissing your inner thigh; lost in your lips; teeth biting; deep kissing; deep inside you. I’m pinning your hand to the bed above your head, the other I have beneath you clasping your shoulder, forcefully, almost violently. We are lost in the moment, overcome. Back in reality I am nearly there. I want to come but I don’t want it to end. So I slow down. I shouldn’t, I have to get up for work, but I slow down. You’re on top of me now with the covers halfway up your back. You’re leaning down low over me, your forehead resting on mine, you are moving back and forth. I’m flipping between sensations; looking into your eyes, or our eyes close and our lips pressed together, you might bite my lip. It’s hot inside you. You are so wet I am gliding. I can tell you are close. You take sharp breaths, you make desperate little moans. The thought of your coming climax sends waves of pleasure up my body. And in my fantasy we come together. Clutching each other in an embrace far too powerful for any other moment, and we are absolute. In reality my heart is thundering in my ears. In my mind, we haven’t moved since, but you have placed your hand on my chest, you’re feeling my heart pound. Maybe you fall to my side, my arm beneath you, your head on my shoulder, we then pull the covers up. I gently stroke your arm, just lightly touching you. Maybe we talk, or maybe just remain silent – peaceful – exhausted. I know I hold you for a long time. And as the sweat dries we fall asleep. In reality, I’m calm, thinking of you in my
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,To God
?How could I keep/still not (forgotten) if man is real or fake
,Sweet Dreams
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