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Fancy Frilly 😛Andre Rieu had had a baby, Frilly, and now she is 15.
Andre Rieu was a great man and did great things socially. Frilly inherited what made him great, but she wanted to do everything leaning in her daddy so maybe she was still inexperienced and a little “horny.” Most girls with him wanted to be ditzes far from him because of him, and they all apparently achieved great, great, GREAT fun together. …But, okay, this is how Frilly was a baby.
“Okay,” Andre Rieu said, “Baby Frilly, come here, time for your bottle, a story, and…”
She twinkled, her eyes, and started to cry a little, and he came and picked up little 15-year-old Frilly. She was puffed out and seemed to shrink in size, even. She was a good little girl of his under 5’. Her hair was gold, sometimes looked a little darker than his but still rich, a final squeeze and it glittered like his. What was fair about her still was her hair was limp and a little straight but still full, thick, coarse and glittery in and of itself. He rubbed her fervently and held onto her supporting her underneath.
Andre Rieu was a great man and did great things socially. Frilly inherited what made him great, but she wanted to do everything leaning in her daddy so maybe she was still inexperienced and a little “horny.” Most girls with him wanted to be ditzes far from him because of him, and they all apparently achieved great, great, GREAT fun together. …But, okay, this is how Frilly was a baby.
“Okay,” Andre Rieu said, “Baby Frilly, come here, time for your bottle, a story, and…”
She twinkled, her eyes, and started to cry a little, and he came and picked up little 15-year-old Frilly. She was puffed out and seemed to shrink in size, even. She was a good little girl of his under 5’. Her hair was gold, sometimes looked a little darker than his but still rich, a final squeeze and it glittered like his. What was fair about her still was her hair was limp and a little straight but still full, thick, coarse and glittery in and of itself. He rubbed her fervently and held onto her supporting her underneath.
♥ Love, Christina
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