Inner Thighs

I told you the truth. And, in answer to your question, it is the inside of your thighs, that turns me on, much more than anything in life. I do quite like your eyes your breasts your hair, your collagen. And, read my lips: I do love you, YES, I can say it LOUDER. OKAY, I WILL, yes, now. Don't call me that, I do have feelings, I did say thighs, not you-know-what, WHAT? Dammit, not true I do like it a LOT, it is so... well, give me a tiny second, I am no expert in this, but yes, you are correct, you're not the first. A past? Are you implying it was sordid, no, surely not, and just because I am no expert on those, well you do -know-whats. Why are you now getting upset, I'm being honest, truthful you know and realistic. We had agreed to tell the truth. No, please don't cry, I'll tell you what, I really, truly, and no joke, I do love every teensie, and weensie bit and every nook and cranny, or better crevice and there is nothing I don't adore about you, do you hear me? Now that is better, a little smile, well I just love it when you're happy. So can I now, that this is solved kiss both your inner thighs? What is it now? I did not use those words like teensie, weensie, at all, at all, well not like this. Yes, they are plenty big, and, no, they neither hang nor droop. I never said that, they are scrumptious, listen sweetheart, listen please, love of my life, I need to tell you, no longer can I keep this to myself, It must be said, you are so perfect, and there is no one reaching up to you. Well, thanks I had considered saying this in the beginning of our little talk. So, let me take your lovely, perfect pantyhose and any other useless garments off your perfect body.