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Damn! Even the carpet seems to be doing it...

The Wife

Apparently this gravitational dysfunction doesn't discriminate between life and death.


"You belong to me!" he whispered as he clumsily fumbled with her shirt, setting her ample breast free to bounce and jiggle in the cold air.
"Take me now!" she begged as he gave a shout of triumph while holding her shirt high.
"Mine, all mine! I love thisd shirt.. it's just my style!" he cooed over the expatriated fabric bit in his hands.


there goes the multi-directional wind blowing his hair one way, hers another.

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