I just enlarged this photo of the young lady and the first thing my eyes were drawn to was her leopard-skin thong. I gave DDP one exactly like it recently for her 22nd birthday and in celebration of the 180th time since September 1st we made love. I love divesting her of it. I use my teeth then carefully and very slowly pull it down her long, slim, shapely legs. Once it’s off I chew on it for a few minutes to savor the flavor and hang it on the bedroom doorknob to dry. Pant, pant. I got to get on with today’s anatomical analysis before I dehydrate from over salivating.
1) Face: Sort of cute, but typical. Nothing exciting. The typical long hair, fine features and riveting eyes. However, I call your attention to her mouth. Slightly agape and inviting. I bet she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and spit it into the toilet bowl from 30 feet. I’ve only met one other woman who could do that. She was a Thai masseuse, back in 1967, who specialized in unique “happy endings”. Rating: “A-“.
2) Boobs: too bad she’s standing sideways. Then again it highlights her fine natural uplifted left boob. Unfortunately, we are able to gaze upon an oversized aureole. That is the only negative I can observe. I really wish I could turn her 90 degrees so I could get the full picture, before my rating. Alas, that’s not gonna happen so I must award her a qualified rating. Rating: “B+”.
3) Torso: Once again average. Slender, toned and silky smooth. Rating: “A”.
4) Butt: I’m not into Kardashian sized glutes. Why anyone but our African-American bros would savor asses the size of fully inflated front passenger-side airbags is beyond me. And the repulsiveness grows when those bloated cellulite packed pillows are festooned with African-American shave bumps. EEK! Fortunately this lady must do lots of sit-ups at the local gym. Her buttocks are very fine. Just the perfect shape to wedge my nose between on a cold morning. Rating: “A+”.
Toejam’s overall rating: “A”. (The aureoles dropped it from an “A+”)
In any case the approach of Thanksgiving may inspire Denny to display a big breasted turkey next week. I sincerely hope not. Thanksgiving is not a happy holiday for me. I contracted my first case of syphilis on Thanksgiving 1957 after my High School football team beat its perennial rivals and our cheerleaders were moist between the thighs from doing a huge amount of “jumps & splits” that and the fact that it was unusually warm that day must have been the equivalent of them taking a 10 mile ride on a Stallion saddled with a horse-hair blanket at a full gallop. HEH, they were worked up, alright. Too bad my friend Ellen skipped her Penicillin pills that week. OH well we both got over it after a visit to the local quack.
Sorry to bring this up DDP. I know I told you I was a virgin when I met you, but come on. How many 63 year old virgins do you think exist? I had to fabricate a story to win you over. After all I discovered on our first copulatory adventure your hymen was intact. In fact I think it was constructed of Titanium. It was like hitting a brick wall at 50 mph. But I persevered and my jack-hammer thrusts finally broke through. Remember DDP. Well, I guess some of it’s a foggy memory since you needed a 3 pint transfusion at the local ER afterwards.
One man’s sultry pout is another man’s drooling moron. Yes, a “happy to see you” smile might be appreciated, at least by that crowd that aspire to augment a physical connection with a touch of humanity.
Very very nice!
My only complaint is she is overdressed. Otherwise, nice!
Small but magnificent.
I just enlarged this photo of the young lady and the first thing my eyes were drawn to was her leopard-skin thong. I gave DDP one exactly like it recently for her 22nd birthday and in celebration of the 180th time since September 1st we made love. I love divesting her of it. I use my teeth then carefully and very slowly pull it down her long, slim, shapely legs. Once it’s off I chew on it for a few minutes to savor the flavor and hang it on the bedroom doorknob to dry. Pant, pant. I got to get on with today’s anatomical analysis before I dehydrate from over salivating.
1) Face: Sort of cute, but typical. Nothing exciting. The typical long hair, fine features and riveting eyes. However, I call your attention to her mouth. Slightly agape and inviting. I bet she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and spit it into the toilet bowl from 30 feet. I’ve only met one other woman who could do that. She was a Thai masseuse, back in 1967, who specialized in unique “happy endings”. Rating: “A-“.
2) Boobs: too bad she’s standing sideways. Then again it highlights her fine natural uplifted left boob. Unfortunately, we are able to gaze upon an oversized aureole. That is the only negative I can observe. I really wish I could turn her 90 degrees so I could get the full picture, before my rating. Alas, that’s not gonna happen so I must award her a qualified rating. Rating: “B+”.
3) Torso: Once again average. Slender, toned and silky smooth. Rating: “A”.
4) Butt: I’m not into Kardashian sized glutes. Why anyone but our African-American bros would savor asses the size of fully inflated front passenger-side airbags is beyond me. And the repulsiveness grows when those bloated cellulite packed pillows are festooned with African-American shave bumps. EEK! Fortunately this lady must do lots of sit-ups at the local gym. Her buttocks are very fine. Just the perfect shape to wedge my nose between on a cold morning. Rating: “A+”.
Toejam’s overall rating: “A”. (The aureoles dropped it from an “A+”)
In any case the approach of Thanksgiving may inspire Denny to display a big breasted turkey next week. I sincerely hope not. Thanksgiving is not a happy holiday for me. I contracted my first case of syphilis on Thanksgiving 1957 after my High School football team beat its perennial rivals and our cheerleaders were moist between the thighs from doing a huge amount of “jumps & splits” that and the fact that it was unusually warm that day must have been the equivalent of them taking a 10 mile ride on a Stallion saddled with a horse-hair blanket at a full gallop. HEH, they were worked up, alright. Too bad my friend Ellen skipped her Penicillin pills that week. OH well we both got over it after a visit to the local quack.
Sorry to bring this up DDP. I know I told you I was a virgin when I met you, but come on. How many 63 year old virgins do you think exist? I had to fabricate a story to win you over. After all I discovered on our first copulatory adventure your hymen was intact. In fact I think it was constructed of Titanium. It was like hitting a brick wall at 50 mph. But I persevered and my jack-hammer thrusts finally broke through. Remember DDP. Well, I guess some of it’s a foggy memory since you needed a 3 pint transfusion at the local ER afterwards.
AH. Memories! 🙂
It will be a big chested babe with a proper A to B ratio, i.e. areolae larger than mine.
Toejam~You know I’m not 22! Silly boy….never talk about a girl’s age.
Anyway, I can only reserve the suite in Malibu for a few more days. If you can’t make it, maybe we can do the cabin at Bigbear. Let me know!
~XxxOoo
You’re on babe!
I’ll camp in YOUR big bear anytime, DDP.
Don’t you have any girls smiling? Even the plainest young lady’s score goes up with a smile.
At least this one doesn’t look like she’s a candidate for a dairy, but she looks like the victim of gastric distress instead.
MC
Yes she is a victim of gastric distress, MC.
But her farts are the sweetest on the planet!
Yeah, the photographers prolly tells the models to have a sultry pout. I’ll try to remember to find a smiling lass.
One man’s sultry pout is another man’s drooling moron. Yes, a “happy to see you” smile might be appreciated, at least by that crowd that aspire to augment a physical connection with a touch of humanity.
Nice set of bumps…