03-29-2023, 07:32 AM
It might as well be Sally. There is a sex therapist that posts a column in the Daily Mail every six weeks or so, discussing the latest sex techniques, gossip, info, amazingly her name is Tracey Cox, thats where i got it from. Unlike the vast majority of people, i can remember stuff. The Mail is online and is right wing, up your street Sally.
And talking about up your street, which category do you fall into? My guess is the last category, that the last time you took your husband to heaven was on your wedding night, if you did. Being older, like you Sally have you ever pondered about your past love lives. ?
I look back on mine with serious regret, had the love of my life, Christine and i had made a go of it, i know now it would have been a disaster. As my marriage was. The girls i never committed to were probably the ones i should have.
I was the love of Judiths life, once she said she loved my smell, i can relate to that the other way round. And before some wag cracks the joke, its not about bad hygiene. Jill was marriage material. O well. Life is just one big fuck up. I bet your love life was or is interesting Sally. Pray spill the beans. p.s, i broke judiths heart, yet weep about my own.
How shallow we all are.
And talking about up your street, which category do you fall into? My guess is the last category, that the last time you took your husband to heaven was on your wedding night, if you did. Being older, like you Sally have you ever pondered about your past love lives. ?
I look back on mine with serious regret, had the love of my life, Christine and i had made a go of it, i know now it would have been a disaster. As my marriage was. The girls i never committed to were probably the ones i should have.
I was the love of Judiths life, once she said she loved my smell, i can relate to that the other way round. And before some wag cracks the joke, its not about bad hygiene. Jill was marriage material. O well. Life is just one big fuck up. I bet your love life was or is interesting Sally. Pray spill the beans. p.s, i broke judiths heart, yet weep about my own.
How shallow we all are.