We are two freaks in the eyes of the normal It almost feels like we are more than mortal
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
“My wife first time at a swingers party, I think she’s addicted now”
We are two freaks in the eyes of the normal It almost feels like we are more than mortal
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
“My wife first time at a swingers party, I think she’s addicted now”