Marriages

A bit about decadent dress

Mrs. Sarah slept with Ted, and James, but was bountiful enough for nostalgic comorbidities to save all of her sex life in cups and petri dishes. S**t did not awaken to Dawns Early Nights as they have.
Shelter in the New Age like a lit candle of Mrs. Sarah's ovulatation with ted; aided in a more rectified Geometry, her s**t laying once or twice beneath dormant skies.

" My marriages of intimacy are with gays." I said.

Lingering over my ofacious coal odor.

"Yes Ted." Said Mrs. Sarah to him. " Were you aware he is my Concubine." She spoke, with texture in a melodic rapture.

Ted, and James now left a silent memory of confusion to the way boys hold attention. To focus on their lady's pee. Pee also was Mrs.Omachas effeciency, while the girls who knew of her remembered her in jade, and crimson pearls.

Ted, and James were familiar with Sarah's dress making. They held her in the highest birkshire tones of her muse, her pee gushing, and her Pee, while clouds would dissipate in the void.

" I feel he still does want me to rally to his touch, since he has accredited my excrement as his closing, and opening of a vision, and a sound that made him one." was the jist of some of their bedroom talk.

"So you are ready to hear me, and the way it sounds fellas." Said Mrs.Omacha, "
I sat still ready to obey at all cost. Knowing one truth about myself; That I am not my own.