cold wet window of the foggy dawn,hot warm steamy breath-now i can’t see the lawn,
quick wipe of the finger2 dots and a dashone fresh smiley face(smoking too much hash?)
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I love you (cybernetically speaking)
my wife typed that…
steady on chief- you might still have a chance with girls.
don’t burn your bridges just yet.hugs(?)
where’s lucan? you’re not the first to ask. won’t be the last, i suspect.
possibly gone fudge ferreting for the weekend with santa’s little helpers, or he caught his fingers whilst slamming his cock in a car door (thankyou danny) affter sniffing aerosols on on boxing day- and simply cannot type at the moment. your guess is as good as mine. perhaps he’s even mating (wild specualation).
and may i add that if your wife claims she typed that, she is wanking all over my copyright, becasue she clearly didn’t- i did.