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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to quick. giggle both ends? snork |
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"Whiplash" wrote in message ups.com... Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to quick. giggle both ends? That is a little to personal but she is always happy snork |
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:
That is a little to personal but she is always happy tcht thct thct 12 hours of sex matt? every day? and you still manage to run all them wholesale shops? heh, kids say the darndest things ****************************************** "Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL )" 10 points a troll @linethetrollsup.com wrote in message ... "Whiplash" wrote in message ups.com... Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to quick. giggle both ends? That is a little to personal but she is always happy snork |
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:
That is a little to personal but she is always happy here's a free song for my pentance http://barryparrish.com/running.mp3 |
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I said it was a problem not that I had a solution
he he he "Whiplash" wrote in message news:tqZQf.37143$CI6.1940@trnddc07... Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: That is a little to personal but she is always happy tcht thct thct 12 hours of sex matt? every day? and you still manage to run all them wholesale shops? heh, kids say the darndest things ****************************************** "Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL )" 10 points a troll @linethetrollsup.com wrote in message ... "Whiplash" wrote in message ups.com... Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to quick. giggle both ends? That is a little to personal but she is always happy snork |
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Whiplash wrote: I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. |
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"Bare Naked Slut" wrote in message oups.com... Whiplash wrote: I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. Okay, I get your point, already. Good job. |
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