"He'd make love to a bowl of ice cream nearly every night. He'd go to the kitchen and carve out several heaping spoon fulls. Then he'd let it sit for just a bit, so it was ever so soft. Then he would spoon on in, slipping it through his thin lips. Shaping his cold delight on the spoon with his lips, lapping it on his tongue before swallowing it down. He could make love to a bowl of ice cream longer than he could make love to me..."
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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