I was in the fruit and vege shop yesterday and was casting my eye around for interesting stuff. I don't normally buy anything imported but these tangello's appealed to me as I thought that they perhaps represented my boobs. Not quite when I put them in a bra at home but not too far off.
If you are passing some by at the supermarket give them a feel.
You are a bit bigger than those. But yes as Allia said, can we peel your citrus boobs now?I was in the fruit and vege shop yesterday and was casting my eye around for interesting stuff. I don't normally buy anything imported but these tangello's appealed to me as I thought that they perhaps represented my boobs. Not quite when I put them in a bra at home but not too far off.
If you are passing some by at the supermarket give them a feel.
Quite fun. Everyone wants to peel and eat the citrus. I have an overwhelming desire to use your bra as a slingshot and send them flying.I was in the fruit and vege shop yesterday and was casting my eye around for interesting stuff. I don't normally buy anything imported but these tangello's appealed to me as I thought that they perhaps represented my boobs. Not quite when I put them in a bra at home but not too far off.
If you are passing some by at the supermarket give them a feel.
Oh good, I shall have to present boob fruits more often thenJuicy
I’m now hungry for citrus, xx
Shhh, I'm having fantasies about being the kitchen bench for everyone
That would be fun to see. I still think of the Three Bums idea.
Trialing a mil-spec phone that I picked up in China. Allegedly you can run a tank over it, drop it in deep water, etc etc and its all good. So it was taken swimming this afternoon to see what it is like taking photos in that environment.
All in all not too bad, although looking on a bigger screen afterwards there was a salt water spot on the lens which did not clear. It might need a touch of diver mask coating.
The underwater ones were pretty clear and graphic, so that rules them out for here. A couple of above water ones where I was breast stroking and bum suitably had some water over it. I'm modest you know....
Well I go walking around London and if Allia happens to spot an Aussie dancing between the puddles then who knows what the fates have divined.
One day we shall do the Three Bums, for sure. Undoubtedly I will find time to take a pic of my finery. I can only really wear them in climates like this.
Thank you
I remember seeing a naked table in Japan, where the food was presented on a young lady. The concept is one that pops into fantasies from time to time. I think my platter would be an array of nice gourmet items. Imagine chatting with people at a party as they are standing around picking food off you and conversing with one another. Not I hosted a dinner party but I was the dinner party.
Gorgeous pics, you’ll have been popular with the coppers with the coffee - what a lovely gesture,
I’ve not spotted you in the puddles yet, xx
Well indeed, it does seem like you Aussies will speak to anyone, let alone buy them a coffee.Just about ready to go to bed. Logged into a morning meeting back on the home front, so it became a 2am one here.
I had a morning cancellation so managed to have a walk over to the Tate Modern. Interesting things. I enjoyed the walk just as much, even after a pre-dawn walk around the parks. I met a couple of lovely coppers when I popped into Phil and Lizzy's to see if the kettle was on. Turned out one of the lads' mum had moved out to Oz and lived only a few kilometers away. Poor buggers were on the graveyard shift on a quiet cold night so I picked up a couple of coffees for them from down the road on my return.
On the way to an evening appointment I managed to spot probably the next best thing to a sun in the evening sky. I had to wait two sets of lights to get a good pic.
I got back to my room to find that I had left my morning knickers on the rail in the bathroom and that room service had left them just there and tidied around them. Probably not the first they have come across, but well used ones sitting out and about is probably not in the job description.
I don't like the heating up very high but I haven't quite got it right yet so I am going to sleep in a thermal. I know it won't go well, I can't stand clothes on in bed, but as I am going to pass out now and don't have breakfast until 9am and meetings just three doors down, I think it will get me through. Probably end up with a boob through the neck hole or something when I toss and turn.
I was running out of sky while the lights changed.
Yes we do tend to speak to anyone, I can't see why not.
I think I would like to explain it as a lovely lady with interesting viewpoints, a delicious voice, an ability to see beauty in all sorts of corners, and yes, rocking a killer bod. The coppers would have been delighted to help look, I'm sure.
London is not unfamiliar, I can get around the areas I know, but don't know them all. I sometimes interpret bigger distances in between things than what they are, and end up falling on top of what I thought was going to take a while longer.
So I got distracted in between two meetings and did a little unnecessary retail therapy. Of course now I have to carry the bags around with a lingerie brand on them, which maybe a distraction to the old boys club.
Like I needed any more knickers or shoes.
So I got distracted in between two meetings and did a little unnecessary retail therapy. Of course now I have to carry the bags around with a lingerie brand on them, which maybe a distraction to the old boys club.
Like I needed any more knickers or shoes.
Just about ready to go to bed. Logged into a morning meeting back on the home front, so it became a 2am one here.
I had a morning cancellation so managed to have a walk over to the Tate Modern. Interesting things. I enjoyed the walk just as much, even after a pre-dawn walk around the parks. I met a couple of lovely coppers when I popped into Phil and Lizzy's to see if the kettle was on. Turned out one of the lads' mum had moved out to Oz and lived only a few kilometers away. Poor buggers were on the graveyard shift on a quiet cold night so I picked up a couple of coffees for them from down the road on my return.
On the way to an evening appointment I managed to spot probably the next best thing to a sun in the evening sky. I had to wait two sets of lights to get a good pic.
I got back to my room to find that I had left my morning knickers on the rail in the bathroom and that room service had left them just there and tidied around them. Probably not the first they have come across, but well used ones sitting out and about is probably not in the job description.
I don't like the heating up very high but I haven't quite got it right yet so I am going to sleep in a thermal. I know it won't go well, I can't stand clothes on in bed, but as I am going to pass out now and don't have breakfast until 9am and meetings just three doors down, I think it will get me through. Probably end up with a boob through the neck hole or something when I toss and turn.
So I got distracted in between two meetings and did a little unnecessary retail therapy. Of course now I have to carry the bags around with a lingerie brand on them, which maybe a distraction to the old boys club.
Like I needed any more knickers or shoes.
