Because that is what you are Sean, disingenuous and insubstantial; you polluted water vapor, you were in love
with yourself; the reincarnation of Narcissus admiring his own reflection in a stagnant shallow pool and destined to be transformed into skunk cabbage by the gods for your vanity, your self-love. I hadn’t lived in a real house since Mom died and then I moved from place-to-place, job-to-job and never putting down roots. xxx video “It’s alright, Beth, cry all you want, I love you too.”
I lay there hugging her and stroking her beautiful hair, which was wavy now that the curls had relaxed. Richard, I love going down on you but your hair tickles my nose, would you consider. … We were shielded and secluded in our sanctuary of pines on that brisk spring day
