Post by SeasonplanRX0_56

old stories are the lessons of humanities buried deep cultures being built love stories while free now a thought damned no new place to go jail for your boy wondering remembering through words in a path of growing old though I was the Woman in management of a place I owned I had a husband @ home the girls I hired wanted too a friend I just told them I had a husband home in bed He made a good stool too if they wanted to be friends sleep in