We both were having a lovely time – every now and again he would hold my head and run his fingers through my hair or play with my ears which I loved
. .
Missionary Old Man. I don’t know what love is. It also proved to me that souls exist
We both were having a lovely time – every now and again he would hold my head and run his fingers through my hair or play with my ears which I loved
. .
Missionary Old Man. I don’t know what love is. It also proved to me that souls exist
We both were having a lovely time – every now and again he would hold my head and run his fingers through my hair or play with my ears which I loved
. .
Missionary Old Man. I don’t know what love is. It also proved to me that souls exist
