I am grateful for Marbles. I had a very dark moment on early Sunday evening but feeling Marble's resting on my right thigh helped anchor me.

Beyond that, life at the moment is a haze of depression and anxiety. Not to mention incoherent lust for Edna LaMontagne Voegele. Woke up on Monday morning with a desire to eat her pussy and worship her ass. Watch her ride me cowgirl with those wide, pale hips. Have Edna bend over me, letting her perfect plump tits dangle over my face with those perennially erect nipples barely brushing my face.

Trying to keep a semblence of faith in the world. I have no reference to gauge my success and figure everything will be clear once everything comes to pass.

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