Well. Its a few more hours. I have accepted my fate. Its too late to even care what's going to happen. I am hoping that
Ronan Kennedy will haul out that big dick and fuck that cute little straight-married-boy's ass. That's what I hope. I love to see a married guy get his ass fucked.
But, I've accepted that whatever is going to happen is already in the can, so its going to be whatever it is. Wishing. Hoping. Begging. None of that will help now. Only acceptance will help.
Plus, in my case, I'm such an obsessive-compulsive fucker, that it doesn't make all that much difference. My dick is just hanging around to bust all over the fucking place. That fucking dick doesn't even know what was said in Church or Sunday School this morning, because he was chubbed up the whole time thinking about what's going to happen tonight. .
Ronan Kennedy, Rowan,
Ronan Kennedy, Rowan,
Ronan Kennedy, Rowan. I love you both. You are the two hottest people on EARTH. Maybe that's not true, but my dick THINKS it is!
And whatever happens, I love
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