Where Can I Buy Fabric To Make Fluffies

June 3, 1996. Nestled
heady their curvature, I tasted their farm rebounded which nature has endowed. Fleshy, yes, we can register free of excess and fantasy delusion. Although they do not welcome me to the depths of their mouth, but I shall succeed by the combination of softness and determination.
pearly hue, texture silk hot, they have the discretion of virgin lands and the complicity of thirsty teenagers. I
has exacerbated my sense until the successful destruction: I will focus in their quiver, I feel burning in my knuckles, their enchanting j'ois sloshing, I inhale the fragrance of the line in turmoil and I rebuke of flavors of fresh wind rose ...
Yes, Sander, I confess, I love them!

************
Laon, Year 96, a sunny June 5. Sander
mine
As an echo of your sighs in the skull, "I heard the fire holes" said one of my poetic excesses, with moreover a verbal impropriety.
We have almost eliminated the geographical constraints to satisfy our mutual inclinations. Essential to me, Sander, and you continue to entrust you to advise me, to create what intoxicates, to advance these exceptional moments of distress.
This quest for a symbiosis of the radiating body and soul is in the process, perhaps implemented. These chills
immerse you reminded me yesterday, at night, come back to me in hordes of emotions.
bet that we will grit soon ...
Good luck for your review and hope for success. Tender desires a fiery. ************

Chateau Au., June 5, 1996. My tender
Sander,
Since my sleep, your letters to my side, I'll try to catch up. Sitting responses so ...
[I thought of you going to the pharmacy. There is a kind of urgo which does not snore: I do not think. You said to Karl I was the only one to have remarked to you?]
I would be noisy tarin ... you confirm the remarks of Karl I do not believe it. My previous whores were either deaf or hypocritical ... It's still terrible night concert in both nostrils and thirty-two teeth that we will do.
[This desire for you is growing, unknown lands. When will we take a bath together again? What feelings does it feels to make love in water ?]
I rebaignerai happy again with you and your foam haemorrhagic ... And to unite is when you want. I suspect that part of sfouac-aquatic sfouac must amplify SFOUAC-SFOUAC! For the rest, I expect to live with you. And a sixty-nine in apnea, it tempts you?
[Have you dreamed of me? There was a table in this dream? (Laughter)]
No recollection of erotic dreams with you. No explanation you provide to justify myself. However, the proposal to conduct a meeting on carnal table remains very serious.
[Me will you coaxing cons of these trees: cross those bridges that lead to heaven? You know you have a wild side, pet? (Smiles)]
A seal against the bark of a century seems more difficult to achieve, but we will try to find a corner of nature ... blank where poaching. And my next animal you detect between two sheets could find is a blossoming field of education.
[We will return home to sleep after the evening Mépin?]
course, we will find your nest ... You see that we live our own wedding erotic-sensual, if not downright pornographic.
[Did you put new episodes to your journal?]
Little wrote in my journal shortly actually. The little I have, I'll devote this match ... But I speak a little about yourself anyway, and obviously. [...]
[You will think to send me pictures of your kittens?]
I strongly believe, but it's not me who has ... I try to retrieve them from a few weeks. Courage and patience.
[This mind if Fab is here in Cannes?]
If I come to Cannes, which unfortunately remains hypothetical, I'd love to know your cousin. No problem for me.
[Do you think I'd be better if I had less of a silhouette girl and that of a woman?]
On your body, you know your faults, you know what I likes in women, but you also know how much I want you ... I think there is a fundamental determination to transcend our imperfections reciprocal. I have nothing to ask about what you can not change ... By cons, if I know about a particular item you can change, I would tell you with great affection, and for thy good. This is my beloved Sander. Sensitive topic right?
[It's strange, you do not taste bitter.]
Why my sweet seed you think it strange? Is this not also a kind of alchemy by which you realize your desire and love?
[Do you realize many of your master ecstasies, no?]
I think that instinct leads an essential part of my behavior sex. [...]
[What is this form of happiness that you spoke to me in your last letter?]
This idea of a happy marriage is not based on passion, or even love. This is the fundamental desire of two people to build something, with or without children, to increase harmony made concessions, compromises and above all a moral absolute.
[Do you think it would be a good idea for me to switch back to the apartment (to make bigger)?]
hard to advise you. If questions financial economics exist, you're probably right. If this is based on the size, I do not see a pressing utility ... But this is an advisory opinion, as they say in law that binds you to anything ...
[The house of your grandmother is where exactly?]
She resides in Fontes, thirty kilometers from Pezenas (Molière's town) in the Herault. [...]
[You know I'd never tasted, let alone drink the saliva of someone? It is a custom of lovers you north? (Smiles)] The drink
saliva is a figment of my apple. I love your mouth and I like to drink. I had never done this before. And you, do you like that?
[When did you make your mononucleosis?]
In February I think ... to verify.
[Loic, do you think I should forgive my parents? Should I reconcile them?]
I'm not allowed to give advice that thee too personal.
[Have you ever eaten rose jam? Have you ever tasted the pavement roses de Reims ?]
I think I know the rose jam ... and yes for the pavement of Reims. A little sloppy
late, forgive me. My kisses are still deep and intense.

************ The June 8, 1996, from a train.
My Sander,
I left the castle throat a little tight after listening to your message on my answering machine. So here we are both on the pavement, almost destitute! You who could not imagine not seeing me for over a month, now you are resigned to an absence of sixty days, hoping that our plans in July to resist deficiencies Financial ...
No! I Sander, I do not solve your not coming on June 29. It would be a big disappointment too (maybe even a grief) for Heim, especially if he knew why. It would me much. I think you're so full in my office. I'll manage.
I hope that the new decision was not related to a desire to put in parallel by the cancellation of two trips.
Radiant Day the castle, my tan is becoming more colorful.
Prime editorial board for the journal History unusual that we will launch in September. A huge and exciting work ahead. I am specifically in charge of legal matters, advertising research from institutional, agen-cies, etc.., Iconographic research, supervision of texts to be made (according to-editor) and many course of laying one or more items. You see the weight of my office dear Sander.
Sorry this relative indifference to your location, but only some sadness disclosure.
I hope that the veil will dissipate quickly. Your beloved. ************

Paris, June 10, 1996. My
Sander to inflame,
I'll scribble these lines from the edges of the hot fountain of the Palais-Royal.
I wanted to offset this by the content of my last letter somewhat alarmist and dramatizing.
We found at least once in June I needed to stay afloat in a bad slump. Our reunion
around verbal pleasures, the roguery of dropouts (with the [o] phonetic transports you) certainly outweigh our distance telephone, but the lack of you remains strong. The exchange of our liquids, the thrill of a pang of thy loins, my ears listening to the secrets of your navel, the inexorable slide in your niche coordinated carnal ...
That's instinct. Another reason for both. Very tenderly. ************

Since a train capricious, June 11, 1996. My love of
Sander,
Whether to be a reason for the lack of you, the obsession nonetheless oppressive. My Sander with whom I would like to live, and try everything that is desired without being able to satisfy the greedy beast. More
our basic harmony is deep, our mental hooks inexplicably benefactors, more sensual flourish our communions. A reflection
crude : This is the first time I have not captured an everyday with a young woman, but, instead, I wait with quiet fullness considered.
What didst thou not yet told you about my Sander, your fears and your hopes past present? Hast thou with me these affinities on how to design a life together that you seem to have started in our carnal intimacies?
Pending insatiable open your letters and your thighs, your leaves and your mouth ... Kisses my love Sander ... ************ The

12/06/96. Just for my
Sander
My sweet entranced,
I leave the second reading of your letters ignited. Genuine jubilation of the verb, the word, expression well fed. I'm still confused. You're my precious
Sander, love and hope with growing enthusiasm. With all these powerful images that you suggested me, I regret even more we distance. Sander
alabaster skin, fawn for the soul, I hope we play as a paragon of duality without restraint.
few small answers:
[You have your outfit for the final wedding Nadette?]
Cream linen trousers, black jacket and a shirt to buy to be determined. Bow tie or tie ... In short: very blurry.
[I'd like to get back to piano, dance, and resume my foreign languages (English, English). But where to find the time?]
a good idea to put you on the piano, black with a touch here, a carcinoma and there, an agreement of white on this side, palpation of the rectum of other ... My virtuoso Zander! Hey hey.
[Chapsal Madeleine is out with a minister in the past ?]
is the founder of L'Express, Jean-Jacques Servan-Schreiber that Madeleine was married. For the rest (except the writer Roger Nimier) I do not know his adventures.
Pending find you, I love you from a distance. ************

Au., June 13, 1996.
Courage for your reviews! ! !
Sander, my bride,
At the time I write a little ball of anxiety should germinate in your throat my Sander. I'm all heart with you. Do not over dramatize all the same. Tell yourself that you have much intellectual capacity to succeed brilliantly your two tests. What is the truth.
I continue my work in all directions. My Monday meeting with my thesis director went very well.
Maybe in a week, our reunion enchanting.
With my most ardent supporters ... I trust and Merdre! looks like the Turd! ************

Paris, June 15, 1996.
Love Sander,
After tortured explanations, an instinctive reconciliation by telephone waves. Nice feat, hey hey. Your
mail, read in arriving at my room lutécienne , me again once deeply touched. I t'espère. Especially not to spoil our relationship is my obsession. I know my old demons ...
Questioning is a healthy approach to roughness of our relations. Open your mind and body, I reserve valuable discoveries.
Soon we will all wade into the waters in Cannes. I shudder with pleasure.
Kisses ardent, obsessive thoughts.
good trip to Cannes Sander my love!
************
Castle Au., June 16, 1996. My
Sander A Lifetime
I just finished a wonderful day of Father's Day. Many thoughts bound me to you. Hermione gave her first bronze, very impressive. Heim me again said his happiness to meet you in 15 days. And me, what a fabulous thing to see you two weekends in a row ... I'll show you the castle park, the village, the farm and the castle Richard ... We love very very hard to overcome that nagging absence. Your e
naughty and adorable me a valuable company. I'll try to build on some of your pictures to participate in your fire literary.
Me, "sweet and powerful feline? A balance that drives my instinctive desire. Investing your body and overwhelmed by your greedy impulses.
Your hair and my hands, my palms and your locks are well combined. The perfume that exhales stirs my shyness behind. My fingers, "mischievous elves? You make real finds my poetic Sander. I'm going to be jealous of your creative abilities, hey hey.
Walking on your finer curved, on your skin texture on the contours of your vulva wet quivering, swallow your little swollen clit, feeling your ass wriggle under my jerk-liberators. Now I'm squarely in the dare! I hope you can handle it. That you inspire me do you ... Call my [...]
Sander, back to 0:04.
I came back full of intensity ... Inexpressible feelings of attachment on the razor's edge.
To be continued my sweet mail. I kiss you without end. ************

Au, 18 June 1996. Dear Sander
mine
Do you like that more as Sander name?
There you are released from your trials, and we are on the threshold of long-awaited reunion. The
"Brawn any pagan" is that you lend me a salt invigorating our report. The privacy of our own is not to sulk growing complicity.
Where can nest this "fragrant sweetness of my soul"? I brush each resurgence of demonic satyr stinking ... hey hey! I'll leave it to decrypt it for me.
The irresistible conquest of the empire of the senses, "that perhaps you will fill. When will our carnal delusions renewed daily? Our
"stunning orgies? You really feel that way? But what will look like our total fulfillment? In an unspeakable destruction?
The seasons of our love is cold, I hope, far away, like a bad horizon. Growing our faculties stunning mutual regeneration repeated each time, and the way will be good.
Why this fear of being a courtesan in agility quirk of my fingers? This reserve, however small, that you put in everything, is it your secret preservation?
Our taglines are ridiculous, really, compared to the pleasures to be taken and, to that well-being that I feel at your side. This choice of you, it is the fruit of reason more than passion, but it is, I believe, stronger ... [...] A
fuck you ... lips ... my cat sandrée . ************

On June 19, 1996. My
Sander, Cannes favorite,
This little word in the form of emotional feedback from your card at Poppy glowing.
Our time is coming. Hopefully we do not frustrate cumulus of the sun heating. What my preference
Sander: reconciliation between our two sheets, our splashing in the deep blue sea, our escapades in the green a tad dry in the backcountry or the mere breath of our mixed liquors?
I leave you to your dreams and I immersed myself in your memory. coaxingly . ************

Chateau Au., June 19, 1996. At 11:08 p.m..
Fine Sander,
How's our new interview take place? No fear in me of course, but some excitement: it is only our fourth meeting in six months of correspondence. Disturbing our infinite distance between complicity and few moments in our shared human totality. Well, I complicate everything ... sorry hey hey!
How can we double the intensity of a moment with you? I feel inspired tonight softly, do not you think?
23:30. I just got your message on my answering machine before sleep. I could not call you before, because Karl has handled the sick hard drive of my computer. At that late hour, I dare not disturb the Villa Maupassant .
Small page for my cultural Sander. A very nice quote from Leon Bloy: "The perfect stupidity of this sensualist ithyphallic is mainly manifested in the eyes of bewildered cow or dog piss. The sensualist is none other than the transponder of tallow Ball! I had the explanation of deviance in Maupassant Journal of Leautaud which relates some of his writings, slightly turned, like, "I feel silly. I thought I wash my sense cunt, and when I walk down the street people bandage! "Quote from head ... if I may say so.
Er ... why I'm talking to you about that ... I'd much in need?
A report on the A treating mothers prostitutes. The absolute horror, the waste of girls dive in sordid context. Touching stories of young women aware and terribly lucid.
I do not mind my Sander longer pure, and I send you my most attentive kisses.
I'll fly to you soon ...

************ The June 21, 1996, 6:30 am, Laon to Lutece. My
desired
A final times before my flight, these few strokes of love. How to focus in three days and three nights accumulated emotional tension? Do not you read this letter at the end of my stay and we will mix our languages, our arms and body a happy again. Your adorable
letters received this week with me. I pick a few sentences here and there singing like a pleasantly scented balm. (I noticed that your last letters gave off a scent ...)
I'll find pages of my draft grid memory. I attack the PIIIA3 °, "The feeling of a sham democracy." Is sensitive topic not?
Before this intellectual exercise, I'll blow my kisses and braised most humbly spammer caresses. ************


Tuesday, June 25 Friday to Monday trip to Cannes, invited by Sander and her mad. My delicious Sander, without reservation. I took him to the castle on Sunday. An happiness perspective. Our correspondence, always provided, offset distance. The launch of the monthly
History unusual prepares ... Much exciting work in perspective, but fighting hard to lead to win.
I finished writing the draft of my brief letters.
For Father's Day, Hermione gives Heim his first bronze.
The Journal of Leon Bloy novel (published by the Age of Man) reveals a very disappointing picture of the writer. Perhaps an explanation of "fake doll" used by Leautaud.
news side, nothing transcendent. Note nevertheless elect a Jewish hard-right to lead the destiny of Israel. Hey
hop ...

************ The June 25, 1996. My naughty
exclusive
Curious indeed moving in just over an hour of hot company my Sander and sunshine in Cannes with a damp greyness Lutece unattractive.
What you offered me sweet stay in your infinite kindness, your attention every moment and that femininity a bit harsh that intensifies our reconciliations.
If we carry this agreement, I will increasingly desire a daily life with you. We will, hopefully, we fight together for a happiness dualistic approach.
Anything that can survive even anguish that comes from my own nature, and I have no doubt they will dwindle irresistibly.
you soon to hold you again.
************
On June 26, 1996. O my
Sander,
I failed in my duty to answer questions of your two letters read on the plane that took me in your arms. So here goes ...
[You do not get seasick?]
I do not have deep enough experience to determine whether I am subject to stacking ... not in my bathroom anyway.
[Why, in fact, "Richard Castle"?]
Confirmation that the name of chateau Richard is the owner who built this building. Karl was found in a flea market postcards of early twentieth century that show the different castles and the village at the beginning of the century. Emotions guarantee with this dive time. Yesterday
Americans (the grandfather to the little girl!) Renault Espace landed in front of the castle. The old gentleman in the military Royal Air Force I believe, had rented the castle in 1952 the old Ford (which are currently deficient) and was received by Mr. B. (The previous owner of our castle) to a sumptuous dinner. He had not returned since then and settled in the state of Philadelphia.
[This is not where the staff of the publisher must move?]
Employees take place as soon as work finished in the old farm that has just bought Richard Francis.
[You really think I could live on your land?]
I think you feel thee well my Sander, but with all that family pressure, as will you still want?
[Are you afraid or you fear, I do not know the right word, I'll miss any time. It's impossible, I destroy me. You do not understand that you are the key Arch Block Sandrien?]
is pretty and very nice to be the essential element of the architecture Sandrien ... He does not let me down, so too!
[Do you like pistachios?]
much as I love cashews I've stuck to my pool Sander.

[...] I think back to our reconciliations content, not to explode, and my pretty Sander, any fine whole cream ... Sander pretty ... aristocratic air.
I love you, in your mind and body. See you soon.
************ From my bed
hadst, June 27, 1996. My
Sander fragile
Sorry for my lack of friendliness on the phone, but I feel a real physical fatigue after intense work in the park. Yet, without telling you, I felt an urge without reasonable standard to give you a myriad of things to names sulphurous. [...]
About the massage that you wanted in your letter of 19-24 June a bitch heard on the radio was adamant that this activity is permanently separated from the sensuality attached to it. [...] The
29/06/1996. Ay-Sander is my, I start to haul episodic, following your footsteps.
For once, I'm not displeased to find the big Lutece, because I'll find a lovely piece of Sander ...
Your fears, your doubts, never hesitate to tell me my dear. I am not only close to you to hug you, but also to bring you all the time the support you need. [...] Soon
Nadette marriage, then we left, music, to Ile de Re.
I kiss chastely adored my Sander ... ************