I agree with this very, very strongly. Very strongly indeed.
I will also drop whatever I am doing to watch CalMeacham’s wife disrobe for bed.
Regards,
Shodan
I agree with this very, very strongly. Very strongly indeed.
I will also drop whatever I am doing to watch CalMeacham’s wife disrobe for bed.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m not sure you’d get the chance. Pepper Mill is picky about whom she reveals her charms to.
I’m sure that she’d be flattered by your interest, though.
The truly daring among us will then wear a pair of shorts designed so that the labia majora (technical term: meat curtains) droop over the sides of a piece of thread running down the center.
I wish! I went canoeing this weekend on a river known for its party atmosphere, and deep down inside (deep, DEEP down, where my wife couldn’t see it) I secretly hoped to see a little HSBF. No such luck. You know what I got instead?
Some dude receiving the “bidet treatment” – which consisted of him pulling down his pants and another guy using a water gun to cleanse his cheeks of sticky turd remnants that were left behind because he had crapped on the shore but he didn’t have any toilet paper.
All the pert and pertty boobies remained covered. Dammit.
Then why does she keep closing the curtains and calling the police?
Regards,
Shodan
heh heh… “hanging out…”
The next time you go bring a camera along and take pictures. It does not matter if you have film. Unless, of course you have a need to share proof with anyone. It is a bit like trying to photoraph lightning, though.
<Uh, I’ve heard>
That sounds extremely uncomfortable.
Uh, Shodan, that happens everywhere you go. Hadn’t you noticed?
So did I.
I guess high spirited breast flashing is the norm.
You hardly ever see *mopey * breast flashing.
“Oh all right…here…(.)(.)…now can we just go home?”