161_Resistance

The race for resistance means you can get your own, and yet, my heart pours out to those more deprived. We show an emanating, everlasting, passion for our true and perfect love. We now have our happy memories together, so keep recording them. Of sex, love, food, and spice. Bosoms heaving out of lederhosen on holiday and a keg of fruity, buxom beverage, crisp, cold and bubbly bitter. We are constantly regulating to fight for resistance and so we sometimes never know when we have made it – from the practice of (ongoing) regulation and somewhat sacrifice.

So, if these bosoms are ours, we can give them a little massage, and I guarantee my electric hands will turn them on so much there will be no more lumps.

Blade.

The earthly, visceral nature of us all brings us closer to the trees and our gardens. We whisper: ‘grow well, more and more, plants’, and the magic of the ecosystem entices us to sex outside in the nature. For nature is always having sex. Wild sex and wilding Britain, makes us ready for resistance, building lifelong attractive memories.

It’s a word within.

With you, without, I begin.

It’s a word within.

A diagonal, on line out.

With you I begin.

Diji.

The carpenter marks my words, but he is upheld as the highest craftsman. From passivhaus, making resistance to heat loss and weather ingress a massive leap forward. An everyday in the Germanic World. Terror over, and the makers mark leaves us whole with the ever-pervading resistance of originality of the maker.

To make is to complete, with her on your knees, sat and squeeze.

The Energy White Paper says it all, for 2020. It explains just how well ongoing Conservative governments have done for us. With GDP up by 75% and CO2 emissions down by -43% from 1990 to 2020. We are leading the way out of Europe and back into our own pockets. For the resistance of taking part properly, the government are saying and doing all the right things for us, it’s people. We are all aiming now for the famous net-zero emissions by 2050, like water off a duck’s back, I would say.

So, ‘time has been doing time’, for some time now, and we are back up and running. In the age of no-identity, the sexiness is coming through. We have all, put the work in, no-one of us is discounted. So, let’s get ready for the biggest of celebrations. Your hero stands here today looking for the titillation of a heaving bosom to rest my head on. And, well, she is just around the corner, on my return to Winchester from an eventual past.

So, be real, do not be artificial.

Sex is a deep introverted inner feeling of healing, and that’s the only thing my men and I are dealing.

Resistance: we will not accept anything but the best, so, remember to apply pressure and resist that pressure to the bosoms for a pure female chest!

Peace.

AB x