Archer journal The first Daddy of my travels lives merely beyond Miami.

By: Shafik Zahyr


I’ve lunch at his residence people gooey Floridian day in the heart of summer time. He resides off of the grid in a big commune. From inside the tone of a lychee forest, he makes mango, coconut and guava personally from his remarkable, self-sustained yard.

My interest wavers while he talks of his land tasks and aspirations for future years. After meal, we swim nude when you look at the pool. Their vocals are strong, their body is stronger with his dick try strung like a bull.

During the next day or two, I dutifully give up to his practices and the body consensually think the parts of Daddy and child. It appears these are common functions for both people.