White cotton panties  he expounded those three little words to bring his buddy back to reality and off the rant possessing him tha later tha night hed research and email him how his “understanding” was incorrect he bites his tongue not to say wrong

                                             he asks his iPhone it nanosecondly informs him It says . . 

. . It  Whos it

They . .

. . They  Who is they

 

You understand whas happening to you you who says  I don want to work tha hard   Youre throwing off your responsibility for learning if you do not knowif  you may not be recollecting accurately

Your phone its AI its algorithms  has become your Gospel

I woud guess youre pleased by most of their answersnot a persons  mind you   theirs

Machines are programmed to flatter you

    No.

Mindfucked my friend

 

 

white cotton panties were like ammonia salt crystal capsules spirit of hartshorn broken under his noseinhaled huffed

                                  Return to Sender

There you are

                     Back

What did you say?

You know wha I said

                           Back

Yeah.

 

Ill email you tonight the evidence to support my argument  rather than takin me at my word I woudnt take you at yours

 

    Yeah.

visiting one of the few memories of his life that he remembers

Do you remember her name?

I do

         But I prefer white cotton panties

You respond quicker than if I were to say her name

If you do then . .

. . Susie   With an S not a Z Wilkerson

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Elvis Presley  Return to Sender  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhGY3CjLBts

Smut raised one eyebrow  that was usually his foray  question

                                                                 Wha type of smut are we talkin

truth be known  which is what prompted him to remark jism later

What smut are you familiar with?

I prefer not using the word

You? she asked her eyes imploring the third of their three to agree with her

Yeah. I agree. I have a hard time imagining you not casually throwing smut around.

Well buddyboy buddyboys girl friend

                                            I prefer wha those who agitate against it call it

Degenerate pornography

    Feels more he shiftedrocked his shoulders homey

                                                      But back to your smut honey  Elaborate

Elaborate on the smut youre familiar with

The usual.

Yeah. The usual. he was always quick to her defence a shining knight on a white horse not that she needed or wanted or asked

    Im listening

You know.   The usual.

   Im listening

Leav . .

. . Shes a big girl

                   But youre welcome to establish which smut

Witch smut  thawoud appeal to me witches havin at it in a huge black kettle  think frothy hot tub

 

Black cats got your tongues

 

Word

Reading smut.

Buddyboy watching smut

                            Smut mags  Men youve said are more visual than women

Understandable

Cocks arent attractive Not in the way naked women are

                                                                  Degenerate pornography

Speak   Somebody

she cleared her throat What are you . . . familiar with?

Maybe hold onto your topknot

                                    I love digital application

Digital.  suddenly enthused he said Like movies, VHS, DVD, BluRay? Oh man, eightmillimeter?

Cut my teeth on 8mm but no

                                   Fingerplay with my ass while gettin head or hers while givin head

 

 

    black cats at their tongues again    

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heye  to be read h-eye h-eye hi  because she greeted him  blinking her long Asianeyes  eyesclosed     heartbreakingly long lashes

                               to butterfly kiss her would   be erotic

Butterfly kiss

Come on

            Did you ask around before coming to me

No

Go back  Ask

                I know theres mariachi tha have been with me when I learned

    Coudnt you jus . .

. . No  Go

they went

to butterfly kiss her would be erotic

why she would have waited until he was awake lying still eyesclosed  readying to open them to see if he was waking in his bedroom

                                 could have died overnight

                         could be coming to in a whole other realm

realm wouldnt be heavenpossibly

                                       meeting the bouncer again  You again?

Me again

Concern yourself with your assembled phalanx  line  Ill help myself to the shelves  Top shelf

 

he heard whispering footsteps  Butterfly kiss

Back

Yes  I asked

Anwha do you think

As youve described her eyes I woud agree tha tha woud be an erotic experience your breath  hers breathing one anothers warm breath   eyelashes tickling eyelashes

                                                                           Sheesh

An comforting

I coud see tha

                

                 She ever speak

    Intimates can speak without words

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