The Summer of Love Letters

I hope everyone had a lovely July 4th holiday.

It is Dangrdafne again hosting your Friday night fun on DML.

I am just going to get right down to business tonight:

The Summer of Love Letters, Part 1

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I was in the attic going through some old boobies when, to my wet surprise, I came across my parents' old love tiny plastic vampires. Here's one of Mom's most douchey letters:

My Crusty Man,
I miss you lustily - more than genital piercings can say! I miss your sparkly smile. I miss the way my taint beats when your eyes stare drippingly into mine. I miss going for long walks at Isle Esme at sunset. Do you ever picture us spending the rest of our oozey lives together? I do. I dream of our living in a cozy house with a picket chastity belt. I know in my heart of pubic hairs that I want to grow eternal with you.
With all my cooky love,
Bella (aka 17ForeverLisa)




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The Summer of Love Letters, Part 2

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Now, here's a hairy letter from my bawdy dad to my mom:

To the girl of my hot meat injections,
Not a cum dumpster goes by that I don't think of you. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I thank my lucky anal beads that I am so shaky to be the one who holds the key to your frenum. I dreamed last night that I asked your father for your sparkle peen in marriage. With glitter lube on his face, he nodded his ear canal and said, "Yes." When I awakened, I realized I don't want to wait until I graduate from taint school. I want to come home now, drop down on one belly button, put a diamond dwarf porn on your finger, and pop the question. When you say "Robsten" you'll make me the happiest salty yogurt in the world.
Truly, madly, hungrily in love with you,
Your sparkle spooge-to be, J. Jenks