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A Fighting Resistance

A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering every of her, is in display and begs to be measured the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look his weak link with her can be jeopardized two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt the heart is bigger, to see this calamity not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket. Published: 05/17/2020

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Date: 5/19/2020 8:52:00 AM
If we love some (thing) - ONE, other than the BODY/world, we can cover the unsightly tempter/temptress. I cannot believe, I was a "monk" for 10 years after my non-Christian wife asked - and got - a divorce. Maybe in USA, I was afraid of diseases (STDs) & litigious folks. shalom, shalOm friend. U are prolific today, PTL
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Funom Makama
Date: 6/8/2020 1:19:00 PM
WoW! 10 years you say? That was awesome and some discipline shit.. You did very well brother. there is nothing like self control or discipline. This is what the world should know and our kids should be taught this as well.
Date: 5/19/2020 7:21:00 AM
Quite a scene you describe there, Funom. Good that he resisted the temptation.
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Funom Makama
Date: 6/8/2020 1:18:00 PM
Yes, Than you so muh Vijay Pandit

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