Sometimes I've just got to write.
My ass. . .
Posted 12th November 2012 at 05:43 PM by Solfy
. . . it is growing into the couch. I made dinner tonight just to be vertical without a tit-monkey on my lap. I ask Husband to take over snuggling, and he does, and I can't stay away from her anyway. I get all anxious and need to have her back with me in short order.
These days - I know from past experience - they are never ending and at the same time so very fleeting.
These days - I know from past experience - they are never ending and at the same time so very fleeting.
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Some how, when you know it is positively the very last one, it's different. I'm glad you are making sure to cherish this time.Posted 12th November 2012 at 06:21 PM by Dragonlady 
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Mmmm-hmmmm. (Except for the tit-monkey part. My man-tits don't have the Magic Super Powers that woman-tits have.)
Posted 13th November 2012 at 05:49 AM by Scuba Ben
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Babbies know all about the mom-tits, too. They'll let Dad/Grandma/Sister/etc. snuggle without demands, but get her anywhere near me and watch the rooting begin. Makes me feel like a cow.
Posted 13th November 2012 at 07:28 PM by Solfy
