Jenny’s house of fun.

Cold and sunny today.
Been skating on Lake Nokomis today. Watched some ice fishing, drank some brandy, wrote poetry.
It’s been a really good day and I felt like one of my poems actually had a couple of good lines. But let’s see how I feel about it tonight.
Me and Julia played with Barbies and made a fort under the kitchen table.
Sent some nude pics to John at work 😁 I need to make sure he fucks me when he gets home.
Gonna leave for therapy soon.
I always wanted to learn how to ice skate 🩷🩷🩷 and of course I’m jealous of John getting nudes sent to him at work 😈
 
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Cold and sunny today.
Been skating on Lake Nokomis today. Watched some ice fishing, drank some brandy, wrote poetry.
It’s been a really good day and I felt like one of my poems actually had a couple of good lines. But let’s see how I feel about it tonight.
Me and Julia played with Barbies and made a fort under the kitchen table.
Sent some nude pics to John at work 😁 I need to make sure he fucks me when he gets home.
Gonna leave for therapy soon.
Sounds like a fabulous day
 
Cold and sunny today.
Been skating on Lake Nokomis today. Watched some ice fishing, drank some brandy, wrote poetry.
It’s been a really good day and I felt like one of my poems actually had a couple of good lines. But let’s see how I feel about it tonight.
Me and Julia played with Barbies and made a fort under the kitchen table.
Sent some nude pics to John at work 😁 I need to make sure he fucks me when he gets home.
Gonna leave for therapy soon.

I have a sneaky suspicion that your hubby will be more than willing to take you when he gets home. Nude photos during work hours is the fastest way to getting a good fuck before dinner 😘

He is one lucky man!!
 
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Don’t drink and type, but Jenna Jameson was so fucking beautiful, I love her old videos. Just wish she would have done anal, would have loved to see her do ATM. The dream would be a DP.
But I am not complaining, she did great scenes and I love her girl on girl stuff. So sexy.
Kirk out.
I had a Club magazine with her, before she got into movies.
 
7.43 AM
Cold and sunny.
John just left for work and Julia is busy drawing. I usually draw with her but I am gonna take a long bath. I am not very good at drawing, but I do it so much with her that I am actually improving. She thinks I am a fucking professional, and I love that part about being a mom, but she will grow up and realize that I was never that talented.
Same with the singing.

So about that bath.
The goal is always a very hot bath filled with bubbles and salts, some nice music on my speaker, a good book and a joint. If it’s afternoon or evening probably a glass of wine. Julia is busy drawing and no phone calls.
The reality is that Julia will come in after about 5 minutes to show a drawing, ask a question or even getting in the tub.
I will not even read a full page and I won’t hear the music.
I love being a mom.
 
7.43 AM
Cold and sunny.
John just left for work and Julia is busy drawing. I usually draw with her but I am gonna take a long bath. I am not very good at drawing, but I do it so much with her that I am actually improving. She thinks I am a fucking professional, and I love that part about being a mom, but she will grow up and realize that I was never that talented.
Same with the singing.

So about that bath.
The goal is always a very hot bath filled with bubbles and salts, some nice music on my speaker, a good book and a joint. If it’s afternoon or evening probably a glass of wine. Julia is busy drawing and no phone calls.
The reality is that Julia will come in after about 5 minutes to show a drawing, ask a question or even getting in the tub.
I will not even read a full page and I won’t hear the music.
I love being a mom.
It’s cold and sunny here today too…and a hot soak in the tub sounds sooooo nice, even with the interruptions ❤️
 
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you

- Robert Frost
 
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