About me? Well, as you can see, I'm getting a bit creaky now, but thankfully still have all my marbles. Well, most of them. Left school at 14 and went straight into the Post Office as a telegram lad. (Ask your Grandad)Served in the RAF and the Navy in WW2, came back to the Post Office and served in various departments and retired as a junior manager.Now a widower with two daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren. And if you ask what I'm doing on here at my age, I'll tell you, - having the time of my life discovering new things, and new friends. I came into computering quite late. I bought my first computer about five years ago, just before my wife died, since then it has been a continuing source of information and pleasure, opening up a world of which I was completely ignorant. Of course the inevitable porn, which shocked and amazed me, and eventually led me to sites like this, but also the sheer amount of information available. So much to discover, if you want it. I'm an absolute amateur in the ways of the computer, but I'm learning slowly, with the invaluable help of my friends. One very dear friend in particular.Friends. PLEASE, - LADIES ONLY. I like having friends but I'm not into collecting them just to build the numbers up. I want just a few to whom I can talk and have a few laughs with, so if you are interested, please lets have a few chats and get to know each other before requesting me for a friend. One very special friend I must mention is Littleluce. Lucy is a very dear friend whom I've known from the start of my ventures into cyber space. She is kind, caring and has always been a very special girl. Bless you Lucy, you're a gem.
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In vino veritas, they say.
My usual, - nothing.
We can all dream.......... Oh! banana
Hi Kiera, all the better for seeing you here.Kisses for you
Again, my lucky day! Hi Ginger, welcome.Have to take a chance on below, I suppose.
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I remember what a woman’s flesh felt like. The soft warmth, the gentle curves, the swell of a breast, the ample fullness of the buttocks. I remember the feel of her body against mine, how we fitted together in sleep, my protective arm over her, my hand cupping her breast. I remember the impulsiveness of our youth, when we didn’t sleep, when the hunger of our bodies required an urgent...
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