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As he pushed his dick into her bloody cavernous wound, he came. but you are welcome back here ANYTIME!". Finally, she got her pussy pounded and got man juice all over her sweet round ass.
И все же, у Олвина эти саги -- хотя они, похоже вполне удовлетворяли его товарищей -- порождали ощущение какой-то неполноты.
He would stay awake late into the night, masturbating over pictures of young males. He pushed it deep into Cassie's vagina, slicing through it like a knife through butter. There are many ways of going about taking this test. продолжение следует. Он не столь полно, как следовало бы, погружался в невероятно изощренную социальную жизнь города или в фантастические миры своих друзей.
An open journal of one person in one place in one time. Post a Comment. Another walking stick is leaning against the wall to dry after first coat of tung oil. Two days of carving I only whacked my fingers half a dozen times. None of them were blood-letters, just nicks. I've thought about putting a bandaid around the thumb I hit 4 times.
It's like wearing gloves putting up barbed wire. In the early years on the farm I'd wear leather gloves to stretch barbed wire. Put on the gloves, stretch the wire, hold it in place, take off the gloves take hammer and staple, hammer it into place. Put gloves back on to handle the barbed wire, then take them off again. There comes a time I stuff the gloves into my back pockets and do the best I could to keep from the scratches being too bad.
Old man Tom Pruitt's hands dripped blood after he'd put up a barbed wire fence. He never wore gloves. It wasn't long before I didn't either. A few years ago I ran into hillbilly country singer Raymond Oakes. We talked a little and I noticed the backs of his hands had a webbing of scars that looked made by a spider on acid. Exactly like the back of old man Tom's hands. I said to Raymond, "Stretched much barbed wire?
I have a pretty fair beginning. They're my tattoos. Now I'm in process of putting new scars on the hands, this time the fingers. Putting protection on the fingers doesn't feel right. It takes away from the raw interaction of the knife and the wood.
It feels elemental to me. A tool of only one moving part and a piece of wood. Sharpen knife and carve. I have to call it carving instead of whittling or shaving the wood. It is carving from first swipe of the knife to last. Yesterday I carved the bark off this rhododendron branch that has been dead a few years Today I cleaned it up with the knife, an even more painstaking process than stripping the bark.