Hundarna fick vara hemma den här gången.
Det hade "bara" "läst" en bok som jag råkat glömma kvar i gästrummet.
Så typiskt!!
Var inte ens min bok och den va första boken av tre….suck…
Tur för dom att dom är väldigt gosiga emellanåt.
Hann med att köra lite förbränning förut idag. Rotex 40min
Tiden gick förvånatsvärt fort och det kändes bra och lätt i kroppen.
HAr faktiskt känt mig väldigt stark de senaste när jag kört!
Men jag måste skärpa med morgonpromenaderna!
Är så lätt när det bara är tre gånger i veckan att tänka "Äh jag tar det i morgon istället!" och trycka snooze och somna om… med en sådan inställning kommer man tyvärr inte så långt!
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På lördags ska vi ha SOMMARFEST!!
Vi ska sätta upp partytält på altanen, grilla och bjuda på Rosé.
Det ska bli jättekul!!!!
Vet till och med redan vad jag ska ha på mig så man behöver inte bekymra sig för det.
Kan va ett himla meck annars….
puss och kram
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His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
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His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.
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