If it wasn't for the sound of the airshow buzzing over my building, I would almost think the entire city has gone out of town. I have 400 channels of nothing on television, and all I can think about is my raging, out of control libido.
Am I the only one around here who can't think of anything other than sex on such a beautiful day?
Wouldn't it be fun to meet in a park and have a picnic, with fun under the blanket?
Am I the only one around here who can't think of anything other than sex on such a beautiful day?
Wouldn't it be fun to meet in a park and have a picnic, with fun under the blanket?
