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Boobs for pillow

Thursday, January 05, 2006



I allowed Rebel to sleep on my bed last night because I've missed him too much.

In the middle of the night however, I woke up abruptly, to the sneeze coming out from Rebel's little wet nose. It was then I realised that that smartass bugger had somehow managed to snuggle himself underneathe the big t-shirt I was wearing to keep himself warm! Subconsciously, I was spooning him the entire night whilst he had his face safely tucked between my soft, supple, white ber-dang-dangs.

Jesus Christ, that sounds so wrong doesn't it?

And yes, my ber-dang-dangs had his wet boogy on them.

P.S. Check out this picture - my mum was nagging at my dad while Rebel looked on. Heh.

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