I had a dream the other night that she was young again. It was the ‘98 World Cup second round and Batty had missed from the penalty spot. I was inconsolable but she worked some tender Thai shit on my dick with a blindfold and chiffon hand tie that I’ll never forget. Now when I look at the perioral wrinkles around her mouth, she reminds me of a yellow copy of my poor old mum.
I love her dearly, baws, but I’m in desperate need of some pussaaay.