Honey's thread...

Hiya Honey.......

Good to see you back!

We missed you!

Healthy, ready to rumble?? Want to "wrassle" with me??

Hugs as always,

Mtn
 
We are all glad to see you back, Honey. Lots of Hugs and :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
Take care of yourself and your son.
 
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If I were an action figure.

I'd follow in the steps of Honey and I'd be Ken's younger brother, he's more ripped anatomically correct and he cums in a different box.
 
drdlove said:
I'd follow in the steps of Honey and I'd be Ken's younger brother, he's more ripped anatomically correct and he cums in a different box.

How many boxes does him cum in??
 
Honey123 said:
How many boxes does him cum in??

Do you think I have licked any of them? Do you think Barbie's is one of them? How about Midge's. If some of them are the Bratz girls, I don't blame him.
 
Honey123 said:
I thinking with a blank mind... :rolleyes:

zen master honey <grin


ZMP~ Taming the Painted Mind
by My Erotic Tale ©

Taming the Painted Mind.

"I wish to understand my mind!"
He held high the skull of the buffalo,
wearing a wolf pelt over his head,
standing in the grasses waving flow.

"Great Spirits I plea...
I wish to learn about the man inside me."
Thunder Hawk yelled across the plains,
Then he saw something, hard to see.

A man in bleeched white buckskins walked
beside a painted pony.
Slow and steady in trail and stride
man and pony side by side.

They walked straight up, to Thunder Hawk,
the man in white handed him the reins.
"This is your mind!" the elderly Indian said,
Thunder Hawk was speechless.

The Man in white walked away
Thunder Hawk thanked him
and bid him good day.
Looked at his gift, a painted pony.

The Horse rared and whinnied
and lashed it's legs out
pulled at the reins
that Thunder Hawk held tight.

Pulling and tugging relentlessly
Thunder Hawk became frustrated
with the constant battle
and let the Painted Pony go.

The Horse just stood there
Thunder hawk was releaved
to see the Horse at ease
each looking at the other, untrusting.

He reached to take the reins again
and the painted pony began to spin.
Raring, pulling and tugging
Thunder Hawk let the reins go.

The Painted Pony calmed again
Thunder Hawk, letting this soak in.
He slowly approached the Horse
reached gently with his hand, rubbing.

They tell of a brave that rides the plains
on a horse, fast as the wind.
His mind is like His Spirited painted pony.
In the land of the red river shoshone.
 
Hi Honey. (bashful) You are damned sexy after all these years :) not very bashful of me I know :devil:

:heart: :heart: :heart: :kiss:
 
No :rose: Honey :rose: yet? What shame. The only good thing about :( Monday is seeing and hearing from :kiss: Honey. :kiss:
 
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