CoralRose13
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 4, 2014
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I blossomed like a hot house flower once I turned fifty...Who would have ever thought that turning "that number "...that dreaded number ...the big 50... the number that's known for it's own section of sad, supposedly humorous birthday cards that denote the honorific personal demise of someone's happiness because of turning an age that the general public considers "Over the Hill"...who would have ever thought that once I tuned fifty...I would truly no longer feel the need, desire or longing to be any other age other than what I am..and now, at 56, I'm still actively blooming, full flower! , on a strong vine doing nothing but carrying me upwards...twisting and wrapping around anything and everything that is willing to support the weight of this woman, with a personal agenda of self fulfilment...of developing my sexual and sensual abilities...a vine that holds tight so it can support the heavy, juicy, full flavoured character fruit...which is known by many to be called Kelleebabes![]()
You are my new hero.
