At this point I am not sure if I should be calling her “Meet Madden” or just Madden. I sometimes feel like the name Madden is more of a boy’s name, and I wonder if I would have problems calling out “Oh Madden” while she was riding on top of me. I guess there is only one way to find out.
This is Madden fishing. Well now…. I don’t fish. I don’t get fishing. Fishing is about as exciting as watching paint dry. Not much sport in it. Just put a line and wait. And wait. Not much sport in it and don’t understand why anyone is into it. But if Madden was going fishing with me…. Yeah, I could get into that. In a heartbeat. I would just sit there and stare at her. Most
I wonder what she is wearing under those waders – if anything.
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