40 Something. Married. No Children. After Church, I, Always Get 2 Give Her A Kiss.
Bliss, This Most BuXXXom MILF, Makes Of My Puberty.
Dirty Minded, Me, Wondrously Entwined With Mrs. Betsy Until The Wetter Dreamery.
Quietly, I Consider Her My Wifey.
Anxiety Ultimate, Whenever, "Our Best Neighbor" Dresses SeXXXily.
Beauty Unparalleled: Big Knockers & Derriere, "Out There", & Shapely.
Calmly, I, Consume The Dish She Sent " Just 4 Me". A Aphrodisiac.
"Attack Of My Hormones", Yet Again. The Pleasure Of Spending This NeXXXt Mystic Night With My Love, Mrs. Betsy.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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