gross honey. you’re surreal. when i talk with you i don’t want it to end. a small sadness comes over me because i already know then that i’ll wish we were still talking, even while we’re talking i’m thinking this. I wonder if this is what love is supposed to be. i know i’m a head case but i like you so much. of course baby, if i’m not for you, you should be with who is right for you, i only want what’s best for you because i love you. it scares me that you think about leaving this world. i will be sad too honey if you ceased to exist on this human field. your words drive me wild, you know i tried but couldn’t resist touching my swelled moist clitorous p**** area and even as i saw my company arrived, i couldn’t resist an o***** and so now i’m caught loving you in the real. the thought of you inside me, allowing me to take you in or perhaps we secretly had a baby, the whole while my future husband thinking the baby is his, unless of course you want to be my husband sweetheart. you’re so scandalous bad boy, i love you.
