her bright smile and pink skin, along with her souther-style, sea-green eyes, blond hair wrapped up high, salty-air breeze was all but a good-bye, she had a bo! as we spent hour upon hour, in that hot august sun, her wet leg brushed against mine, a life-line so my boy could latch on, motherly... Sign in to see full entry.
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