my sisters, LOL

dont you whesh and in some storry yued be the staybell boy sexs slave whell in mi cases and a toll one and you cund have my muthers sisters wheth out all the bs that punt all that sied thurwe whell stort wheth the one undor the tree the bichey fussbudgeght nexs to her my muther 4 out of 5 haght nxeds battell axs dellue thene lowenny lorrue and the toll one aemaegen rowthe of sd rights the some thing to all the rested to lefed boy is my mother going to thr gurave benet over the uther 4 gurmens good thing thay dedinght grow up boys war curimittels

I'll take the haghts and battell axs as long as they wear breeches and ridingboots.

my mother, ain't she a peach, LOL

that moor whught dellue looked lick yow wood not whoght thene gurowing up that all the uncell ded at famlly thig bich and guriep a bowet theme boy i cund borw you wheth storrys morring glade to have you back at it ray

I actually find the picture of the "mother" really horny

well Farmboy you and i have something in common, so do i, Mmmmmmmmmm

i run moor the fanitsey of a lighen furome the morcky desond fursd the muther thene the dontuer

I'll have to sit here and think about that a minute, LoL

dont whaght to loog