The Former Double Life of Matthew Scott Harris

The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris Dove finch he following iniquitous licentious, lecherous longing extinguished quite some years ago, when eldest daughter stopped being polite actually she ceased - might tee angry talking heads to this papa for months, whose only asks prays foe praise, and who doth newt wish to ignite animosity from any beloved fan, whose critical judgement toward my errant friskiness, aye snuffed out light and accepts dues against prickly don'ts, and opted to risk broad casting general height full actions, which attestation spiritedly burst asunder blitzing Lenovo external screen within minutes bite mutt hung lest censorious replies pillory this sensitive chap I merely uncorked irrepressible facet (asian iron maiden strangle choke hold) forced these words to help give hollow explain nations of this nada so shiny white knight philanderer (juiced now cum ming clean) by night just an oon din aery in Das scribe bubble during - the day until...zee... wife found me absent - yee (ping, and sowing, thee rather desiccated oats) celibacy playing tree men dose impetus tryst, viz midlife crisis spree from sleeping quarters re: at 724 West Rail road Avenue, pre planned within the basement nee tricked out as cellar quasi pent house suite for me comfortable sleep ping accommodations, pleasing this wander lusting NON GMO lee burr teen, sans mat, (and also Scottish Matt) tress atop boxspring key ping stockpiles of prurient frilly laced female lingerie, je nais se quois, no matter escapade usual lee took place in pitch black dark accouterments singularly, solely, and strictly necessitated, arousing, coaxing, and exciting libido asper one barenaked lady for yours truly, whereat aye do blatantly confess flute'n glute'n guilt free to concocting, hat ching, and orchestrating profligate secrete rendezvous aspirations toward sordid man of la cherry munch ching Lothario (a combination Casanova, Don Juan) wannabe.