This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it
. She wanted it.
. "Whoa, patience dear horny son of mine. It even looked like a Norman Rockwell painting with the brightly lit tree and the fire roaring in the fire place
This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it
. She wanted it.
. "Whoa, patience dear horny son of mine. It even looked like a Norman Rockwell painting with the brightly lit tree and the fire roaring in the fire place
This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it
. She wanted it.
. "Whoa, patience dear horny son of mine. It even looked like a Norman Rockwell painting with the brightly lit tree and the fire roaring in the fire place
