Sorry I’m late. I’m up in Tennessee at my friend Eric’s for his annual birthday party and got back to the hotel and went right to bed. Rayko sent me this one.
Sorry I’m late. I’m up in Tennessee at my friend Eric’s for his annual birthday party and got back to the hotel and went right to bed. Rayko sent me this one.
Toejam was here earlier . No boobage and now he walks the streets aimlessly
Negative on ambling on the walkways. I moved my massage appointment from late afternoon to 9:30 AM. Boy it was sooooo good. Now I ready to party.
Very nice. See the asymmetry? Gotta be natural.
Very nice indeed. Have to say though, I’m not a fan of the fake blond hair with dark eyebrows.
Late is not a really problem, Denny. Actually according to the Hindu based “Edging to create a stronger prostate spiritual guide” late is lots more enjoyable than “on time” or never. So now we have a perfect specimen of womanhood just a few hours later than the predictable time. The delay appears to have been well worth it. Hope ya had a good time in Tennessee Denny.
1) FACE: Nice. A little peroxide is good. This sweetie knows how to apply it so her locks are not displaying a bleached in the desert sun for 20 years look. Soft hair, tender facial features and sullen, alluring but not painfully look does it for me. Rating: “A+++”.
2) BOOBAGE: Right on. Natural as the morning dew on the tulips. Firm and nicely rounded. Tipped with just the correct size aureoles and solid nipples. I’m liking this babe. Rating: “A+++”.
3) REMAINING ACCOUTREMENTS: Highly lickable. Those little lace thongs are hiding some really ripe labia. Swollen with lust and lubed for the long shafted piston or as I like to say pool cue piss-ton. And those fantastic thighs are solid, shapely and can be heard beckoning: “Come rest your horny head for a while as my sister appendages, the carpal bones + radiocarpal joint help the proximal skeletal segment of the hand guide your cylindrical-shaped mass of erectile tissue into the humid cave of bliss. Yahoo. Rating: “A+++”.
Toejam’s overall rating: “A+++”. And it an unquestionable triple + score.
On my way back from the Massage I stopped off at the local supermarket to pick up a few items. I usually go after the Saturday Boobage lecture, but today’s visit was a bit skewed. My mission at the market is not to purchase items. It’s to see the “Nuevo-love of my life” at the checkout counter. And there she was. Pale blue eyes, flawless skin, solid body and the usual very friendly greeting. My boner had only been beaten into sublime submission a half hour before by the Thai twins but the sight of Jenny made it rise to the occasion. I’m smitten and my heart flutters. We exchanged small talk, mine laced with sexual innuendos, of course. Then I asked her why she only works on Saturday or Sunday. She replied, she was a student and had classes during the week. Oh, say I: “What college do you attend?” She replied: “I’m not in college I’m a junior in the town high school.” OMFG, I’ve had mental underage sex”. My mouth dropped and I realized 74 doesn’t go into 16 without a huge number behind the decimal point. I think that number indicates the months I’d serve in the slammer. Damn, mind bonked again.
Reminds me of last night 🙂
Seeing as to how you are busily helping a friend, I took the liberty of putting up a Saturday illinformed voter joke for you.
http://kansasredneck.blogspot.com/2016/10/first-one.html
Wish Eric a Happy One from this Kansas Redneck.
Stunning.
Yup, this one passes inspection, Denny. We forgive ya for bein’ late.
Late is better than, err, premature… 😉