Don't Kisses always make a good prize,?
Did Lulu just score high against our Ardent? lol
Molly and Ginger once met in a park,
it was summer and was just getting dark,
they both were so shy
though neither was dry,
Every spare minute, I am never without a book in my bag when I go out (to work or any traveling), need books by my bedside,
get through around 4 a week.
Roses are red,
so envious am I,
those boobs are so generous,
pleasing the eye.
I went through my life,
with boobs oh so small,
for tits big and bouncy
I would gladly give all.
But now at my age,
I make do with my lot.
and admit there are many,
think my tits are hot.
Unfortunately, your hands are cuffed behind you and the key is in your breast pocket.
Can I get an invite to the meal?
Molly and Ginger once met in a park,
it was summer and just getting dark,
In bars or a club, usually the dominant females, like I have a sign over my head saying "submissive-help yourself".
Have I got anything that might interest SheriPie?
Isn't the alternative to "everything", Nothing?
Roses are red,
Thanks, Rosie, for greeting,
if we did share a bed,
we could turn off the heating.
As you see from my rhymes,
on earlier pages,
once in your arms,
I intend to take ages.
Tasting your sweetness,
exploring your treasures,
then sharing our bodies,
enjoying all pleasures.
A hug, and see if she wants anything more.
Over a knee, bottom high, panties down, ready to be spanked hard.
are you questioning my integrity?
are you questioning my integrity?
Promised so much, delivered nothing.
I always enjoy being spanked by men.
Unfortunately, lego bricks are evil passion-killing creations of hell.
Italian Gin, Many years ago, myself, my gf and two boys we met on a coach trip from Austria to Italy came back to our hotel with a couple of bottles and went to their room to drink them. My gf felt ill and left early, I stayed. There is a gap of about 12 hours in my memory and I woke in my own room wearing just a t-shirt, My girlfriend swears I walked in happy and cheerful some hours earlier in just trainers and t-shirt, apparently sober and very satisfied. Kissed her long and hard, then went to sleep for several hours. Jeans, jumper, and panties were returned next day by one of the boys. I obviously had a great time, just wish I could remember some of it.
Roses are red,
age knocks on our door,
and our bodies remind us,
we're not young anymore.
Positions I relished
even on waking,
now do little more,
than leave my back aching.
I do still enjoy,
a really good screw,
but now it is limited,
to just one or two.
Fortunately, I know an activity that requires no walking at all.
Have you ever heard anyone complain that I failed to meets their needs?