My Why I'm Here. A Brown Star Wars Trillogy (thats code for three of us), And Horses Saga (It's more of story in which DrZuess for 18+ tried to cameo as the narrator, but was slurring most of time, which can make it really hard to rhyme, even screamed "I'll be back Beth" when we saw him off early with a sayonara see ya later.

FFS is this just the title?

A friend of mine mentioned this site she's on and the sights that are on it and asked me why I didn't seem interested in pussy anymore, (dope ass emoji) and would I consider joining the community, to which I replied, "only if I get to see your pussy" thinking this was such a witty response and a perfectly legitimate reason for joining KS, not likely to happen otherwise, seeing her photos that is. She gave me a look like she was weighing up, me? Something else? Then with a smile that suggested it was indeed an excellent response and reason to join, she jumped up on the couch in front of me, whipped her cut off shorts all the way off, no knickers today maybe tomorrow, and pulled her legs wide open for a live demo of the photos I thought I might get to sneak a peak at. I wasn't even half serious about joining, and never did I expect to come face to fa...well it's got plenty of lip at least, with my plutonic female friend's flowery bits, but having been met with such fearless flaunting of such fine dining vagine, I had but 1 choice to make, and as you can see, I decided to get back on that horse and see what this swinging in NZ thing looks like in this ??dating??sharing??flirting??filming??flogging??fucking, I guess right??flatulating(just make shit up)??InAnalAirGetsTrappedSometimesIt'sNotFartsButMayIncludeAnOdor??Finnagelling??I think I'm over the f obsesssion, for now and forgot the point I was trying to make, making , yes I'm making a profile, website it is yes that's where I got lost, the website of swingsets to end all other kink sites, or so I've been told so go bold go big or stay home, but I'll probably go slow at first and it's a website so, initially, i can participate from home no need to leave, although i've been hiding out here a while, in private so I could grieve. I'm 8 or 12months down the journey of a broken heart, hence why my friend thought to check if was dead, or if I wasn't planning on using it could she have my c&b's, male appendage, then showed me her furry kitten mitten (who even speaks like this ever, let alone thinks to write such silly smut?) which surprised me at first, then I was reminded that yes, actually I do still have a c&b's and hello it's taken the hint before my brain registered that the open door before me doesn't always come in such a persuasively impossible to pretend to dare to dream to resist is futile in the face of a fully fucktioning phallic four stories high it's no lie but my friend she didn't cry, well, not in pain or with tears, but she fears the looks from neighbors, all of whom have been blessed, with big ears but no big c&b's to call their own, came one or two concerned inquiries after her health and well-fucked-being, and, had she bought a race horse? Which doesn't rhyme with anything here or fuck all else of course, that's potentially where that ends, back on that horse. One of the neighbors had asked this neighbor before us, FrauFlangela was her name, given only by me, in my head, just now...yes really just now this time, to go and see about the horse, because to her it had sounded like one. You know that thing that happens where there's a weird intersecting or spotlighting perhaps of one thing, many times, all in quick succession....a theme I think would suffice to explain, that was happening to us now, delighting my brain, fk friend's grey matter too, but which isn't now now, it was then when then was now. And how, we rolled around the floor because she did sometimes get higher in pitch, and pissed ourselves laughing at the neighbor who'd surely been spoofed by some fkn bitch, and been nominated to ask, after one I can now call, fuk friend's health, no not now now, back then when then was now, and this poor silly cow, of all the ways the noble horse had entered into our fields, collective, combined such as they were, the neighbor with the longest face had been assigned and sent on the quest to find a faux horse, "it must be a fix" I chortled aloud, "someone's unknowingly feeding us weird raw material, by sending poor Frau. There's no other explanation, but in what fkd up universe would such raw material be of any use, I thought harder better faster longer but not one excuse, could i find in my brain that made any sense, "they must be insane" I assumed, of her neighbors strange signs, they probably just wanted to scream hard and cum as convincingly, as fk friend had done, whilst performing the FistHymeLick manouvre, when the damage was done. (nb. This is when she rides his face to her comfort, ass is penetrated by whatever is closest to hand and also clean ish, if needs be fkn clean it, often two fingers but sometimes three maybe more, whilst he sucks licks strokes, in general makes love to her clit with his tongue, mouth, nose, chin, forehead topography, who knows how out of hand things might get in your house dont forget to pay attention to the rest of the general area, if it's open, looking like a hole made just for you, tongue fk it suck it lick it exchange data and fluid...dont forget to breeeeeathe) Not breakages no but floods oh fk yes, "DrownFuckYesDrown" she groaned, as her pussy explodes, my mouths not that big and sometimes overflows. So floors walls sheets 2fknSofas and ceiling, I looked like that c$%t from GhostBusters, the lady in the Library scene, and the green guy "I've been slimed" but it was more like a gift, "that's just good clean squirt, well deserved" she had sighed, but with her pussy now reeling, no not for fish, for a fkn good night, all ASSets deployed, no holes barred up until close, or when she, or maybe I, can no longer move, we didn't spare the horses, our first time, already so deep in the groove. So where we started, made good time and saga sex straight up the middle, we round last corner for home, final bend back straight that's our act one, it was horses for courses there were horses galore, we had fucked on the ceiling, we'd fucked on the floor, we'd fucked in the front room and fucked out the back, we'd fucked upside down in the open front door, way in full view, of all who could hear, that herd of wild horses, galloping full tack, down this very street why fuck no it couldn't be, I think they all knew it was their naughty little neighbor, and little old me. Clap....clap...clap...clap...clap...clap...clap...clap...fk...I think I killed the word counter was aiming for 1111.