Well here it is, Loungerie Sunday, and it's Confession time - I am having impure thoughts
Father/Mother, I have sinned. You see, I've been loving myself all week, and last night, I got to fuck my neighbour - well you do teach us to 'Love our Neighbour as we Love Ourselves'. Its not the love-making that I need to confess, she is an awesome lover after all - oooh, the kisses, those perky breasts and that oh so luscious pussy - oooh the memories. Sorry, see what I mean about impure thoughts? Just one question father/mother - since I loved myself every night this week, and only loved my neighbour one night, does that mean I need to sort of even up the score?
Any way, today is my day of recuperation, Loungerie Sunday.
"I'll drink to that! That's LiFE, impure thoughts and all!"