There isn’t a moment of my day that isn’t spent wondering where you are, what you’re doing or how you’re feeling. Even in the quiet of the night, when everything is still and I am nearly asleep, there is a part of me that is still wondering.
vagina’s are able to stretch wide enough to give birth to a fucking baby and then return to it’s original size but of course being penetrated by that grass blade you call a penis is what’s going to make it “loose”
Uhh. The baby doesnt come out of where the penis goes in…
Isn’t that just the normal way to hold cellular phones? I’m very confused now. I’m going to work on my cross stitch for a while to get my mind off of it. By the way, young lady, shouldn’t you be asleep at this hour?
Okay so maybe I see your point. But only when I have my reading glasses on.
