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Bird watching
Do you think of other women when we make love No, no, and definitely no I do Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you. Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep. Well, I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Mary's. What about her in Liverpool. Let's not go there again. Mary, three gardens down with the boobs. Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself. Not even with they perv binoculars you use. I mean, how would you feel if some guy was perving over me. He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now, if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert. How is she, anyway. Probably on her back with the Air Corp. I would love to be in that flyby. Yeah, well, you would know all about flying with my sister. I thought she was you. She’s got blond hair and big tits, for Christ sakes. I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger tits than you anyway, did you get the brains. Let me see, I’m with you. There you go, no need to answer that. Why don’t I take you out for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight. Does it get any better than that. Twenty-two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
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