It would have to be a serious emergency for her to skip work at this point
. His hand was placed directly over Jenny's mound, applying gentle pressure at the top of her folds.
. I often wonder if what I feel,
Is just an illusion or something real,
For when these feelings begin to start,
I wonder if they'll break my heart,
Or will they stoke the burning fires,
That masquerade as my desires,
And turn my inner burning lust,
Into something built on trust,
Because these fires always burn,
And so it seems I'll never learn,
For when these feelings do begin,
I always seem to dive right in,
Again I'll get my just desserts,
All the heartbreaks and the hurts,
Again I'll heed this passion call,
And again in love I will fall,
And should this love come to an end,
I hope my heart will somehow mend,
So I can pick myself up off the floor,
And fall in love, again once more.
It would have to be a serious emergency for her to skip work at this point
. His hand was placed directly over Jenny's mound, applying gentle pressure at the top of her folds.
. I often wonder if what I feel,
Is just an illusion or something real,
For when these feelings begin to start,
I wonder if they'll break my heart,
Or will they stoke the burning fires,
That masquerade as my desires,
And turn my inner burning lust,
Into something built on trust,
Because these fires always burn,
And so it seems I'll never learn,
For when these feelings do begin,
I always seem to dive right in,
Again I'll get my just desserts,
All the heartbreaks and the hurts,
Again I'll heed this passion call,
And again in love I will fall,
And should this love come to an end,
I hope my heart will somehow mend,
So I can pick myself up off the floor,
And fall in love, again once more.
It would have to be a serious emergency for her to skip work at this point
. His hand was placed directly over Jenny's mound, applying gentle pressure at the top of her folds.
. I often wonder if what I feel,
Is just an illusion or something real,
For when these feelings begin to start,
I wonder if they'll break my heart,
Or will they stoke the burning fires,
That masquerade as my desires,
And turn my inner burning lust,
Into something built on trust,
Because these fires always burn,
And so it seems I'll never learn,
For when these feelings do begin,
I always seem to dive right in,
Again I'll get my just desserts,
All the heartbreaks and the hurts,
Again I'll heed this passion call,
And again in love I will fall,
And should this love come to an end,
I hope my heart will somehow mend,
So I can pick myself up off the floor,
And fall in love, again once more.
