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          • November 28, 2010 1:55 am
            I happened to make the acquaintance of a very nice lady,she had a great set of tits.In fact I found that I rather enjoyed placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing myself into a hot, happy mess.well some years later she got cancer and they removed her fabulous bosom and now I no longer know what it is that I am fucking cancer, memories, death… cold empty space?I can honestly say that I find all of this somehow much more fulfilling. To be uncertain and afraid and yet still fucking

            I happened to make the acquaintance of a very nice lady,
            she had a great set of tits.
            In fact I found that I rather enjoyed placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing myself into a hot, happy mess.
            well some years later she got cancer and they removed her fabulous bosom

            and now I no longer know what it is that I am fucking

            cancer, memories, death… cold empty space?

            I can honestly say that I find all of this somehow much more fulfilling.

            To be uncertain and afraid and yet still fucking

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