Jon G.

I know a Carolynalike who is pleasant on a gentle hill and pleasant in a
slight valley. Nothing ever meant to be was never worth waiting for, so why
not forever?

Such dames are pleasure engines, and they enjoy it as much themselves. Dad
impales daughter with his rod, and she forms herself around it. Her
womanhood is violated up through her bowels, through her stomach, up her
esophagus, through her brain and out the top of her skull, where Dad
ejaculates himself with her in mind. She has no will left unless it's
around some man.

Go easy and feel good. That's all she's all about. There's enough juice
between my bipolar electrodes that if I absorbed her, she'd turn ashes and
smoke. Better left alone to be ballerina in the music box, maybe for her
sake, if not mine.