The ouija board in my head got stuck on the question: What's the difference between Peyronie and priapism? One's an auto-immune malady and the other's a boner that won't quit. Bent dick vs. spiffy stiffy. Why, that could describe life in the 20s. The body is all bent-frame and the mind still fixates on her ornate bazooms. The link leads to A Day in Quarantine which proves the point - - I can't stop loving her. This morning featured the current blend of early morning bowser needs then the return to bed bloomed into a series of touches. At this point, we moved into intimacy that met A L L of the fantasized ingredients until a car alarm horn in the distance started beeping and she squeezed in synch with it. The laughter summed up the enjoyment with no clean-up needed. Don't need no doctor to fix that routine.

If the choice is whether I could resume having answers just PoP in my head or resume the endurance needed to run through the neighborhood, which should I pick? How about neither and just suck up the reality of having 80s lurk just around the corner and life is still fantastic!!! We still ride the love train despite lounging in a slightly different coach but lingering the same on the unique feeling labeled "Her Pleasure".