HE SCRATCHED HIS ARSE,AND LET ME SMELL HIS FINGERS I KNEW HE WASN'T FAKING,THE SMELL STILL LINGERS HE'S GROSSER THAN I EVER THOUGHT BUT HE PASSED ON ISERTING CREAM EGGS THAT I'D BOUGHT HE TAUGHT ME TO WANK WITH A PILLOW AND A SHEET PUMPING AWAY INTO COTTON WITH MY MEAT WHAT A SICK FRIEND,WHAT A PERVERTED BRAIN BUT I'LL NEVER HAVE TO WANK WITH MY HAND AGAIN
Reason for writing:
sUMME RHOLIDAYS A-PLENTY
Birth sign: Capricorn
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