And I didn't come in here to see if anybody was offering sausage![]()
I hate it when women just throw themselves on us men...so degrading...
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And I didn't come in here to see if anybody was offering sausage![]()
I hate it when women just throw themselves on us men...so degrading...![]()
I hate it when women just throw themselves on us men...so degrading...![]()
What turns me off, Don, is the way they curl and slither all over my body, making silly little noises - sighs and groans - and all that licking! I mean, can't they just buy ice creams?
Well Simon, we can' t always find a nice big, fat ice cream cone when we want one.
And now I want ice cream
And now I want ice cream
and i suppose you want that spread all over your body
Well Simon, we can' t always find a nice big, fat ice cream cone when we want one.
Wombat, these two forever crave the kind of cream that comes out of "nice, big, fat" cones. They seem to think they can get the stuff spurting out all over themselves. I've no idea what they have in mind: do they suck? or squeeze? or kind of rub up and down furiously with their hands? Just seems to me like a tedious effort all for next to nothing.
And just so you know the thought of freezing cold icecream dribbling on to my body before being eaten by your hot tongue does absolutely nothing for me, nothing I say. And there's no way I would be returning that particular favour any time soon
And just so you know the thought of freezing cold icecream dribbling on to my body before being eaten by your hot tongue does absolutely nothing for me, nothing I say. And there's no way I would be returning that particular favour any time soon
Gee guys, thanks. How do you expect us to ever enjoy ice cream again after those grotesque scenarios?
And Simon, really. You think I can' t see how you did that, weaving those images using my exact words, as if you think I' ll just lay myself down at your feet and invite you to feast on my body? And as far as wrapping my legs around you and all that other nonsense about grabbing your hair whilst in the throes of ecstasy....yawn.....
I'm gonna have to log off. I get in a total panic when a woman lays herself down at my feet. It's the look in her eyes, like she's gonna snake up me grasping at everything I've got and then bite at my arms, my neck, and smother my mouth while she clasps herself onto me, groaning and twisting - it's terrifying! Hell, I'm off!
Darn, that type isn't big enough to read.
That's even smaller. But oh well, I'm not at all interested in this frolicking, anyway.
Is this better grandpa?