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what would u do?
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Lean over him until the boobs shadowed the print.. Lean a little closer, I have a lot of pages to be shadowed! 
No problemo :-) |
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No More Waiting
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Thank you to everyone who has posted on this thread. I know Tim has many friends here and it's so nice to see everyone wish us well. I can't tell you how flattered I am that he made this thread. He calls himself just a guy, but he's more then that to me.   
What a first date
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what would u do?
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Lean over him until the boobs shadowed the print..
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Multi-tasking
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i asphixiwank.. Don't We all bro. Well, the neckties look good on you anyway. |
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Separated .........
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A divorce decree
is no guarantee that your heart is free. When I see "separated" on a profile, my first thought is that someone is being honest. I admire this. And as I am here for the forums, sure I would be friends with them. Would I want to date them? No problem, it means they would S L O W the fook down. I think it is all about intent. And honesty. Availability is a sneaky b*tch. |
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Question???
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What's your favorite cartoon and chit............ 
I still like George Bush here.. |
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Question???
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Well, I wouldn't second-guess a sick friend. Of course I would bring them a 6 pack on request. Maybe it is a..rural cure of sorts. Or, motivation to get well. Target practice? I know. Feels kinda strange. He wants to drink a 6 and smoke a little and just chill. Boy life sure sucks some times....
Ahhh he is just sick of being alone. A toke and stoke is just the ticket. You are a good friend. The sacrifices you make.. 
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Question???
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Well, I wouldn't second-guess a sick friend.
Of course I would bring them a 6 pack on request. Maybe it is a..rural cure of sorts. Or, motivation to get well. Target practice? |
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Every man should have one!
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My crest has fallen..... I was gonna excitedly show off my new pet boob....what do I find instead for "every man needs one". .......socks?!?!?!?!?! and an old thong of Peccy's...... dejectedly wandering off to pet my new boob. You could use Peccy's old thong to slingshot up your crest. Where it has fallen. Plus. You could use it as a leash on your pet boob. |
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At the hospital.....
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I hope she gets your hair
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No More Waiting
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Honestly, I don't know if I really "deserve" her or not. I'm just REALLY glad that I have her.
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Edited by
skydancingA
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Sat 05/29/10 04:55 PM
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Nobody informed me ninjas get homemade waffles and bacon. I would have signed up a long time ago. So, it is chocolate waffles, laced with ****, with coconut syrup and banannas on top.. is that everybody? |
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hey ppl my names cindy
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so how do u work this site?? 
You fish. You bait the hook, that's your picture. Add a spinner, that's your profile. Circle the pond. That's the forums. The fish will find you. Whatever you do though. Don't drink the water. Some of the fish have been in the pond so long..well, you know.
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Edited by
skydancingA
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Sat 05/29/10 04:06 PM
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Take a chance, Try the girls with no photo. I like this. Welcome to class. |
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No More Waiting
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Ok. I'm back from Cincy. I'll post more when I'm not quite so tired. For now, I'll say that things went better than I could have ever expected. Rachael is everything I expected and much more. 
 SCORE!!
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Life Cybersex Btw; Wellhung & Sweetheart Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart,What do you look like? Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I'm toned and perfect. What do you look like? Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner - it smells a little funny. Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me? Wellhung: OK. Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm gulping. I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling. Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing. Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and I accidently rip a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry. Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive. Wellhung: I'll pay for it. Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder. Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors? Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back and undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you. Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp. Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me. Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat! Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your spit off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a *plop*. Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweatpants down and rubbing your hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee! Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties. Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out, nibbling on your ... umm ... wait a minute. Sweetheart: What's the matter? Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking. Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red. Sweetheart: Can I help? Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups? Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that better. Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover. Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now. Sweetheart: I'm on the bed, aching for you. Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark. I'm lost. Where's the bedroom. Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall. Wellhung: I found it. Sweetheart: I'm tuggin off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly. Wellhung: Me too. Wellhung: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing against each other. Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts. Sweetheart: Why don't you take off you glasses? Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table. Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom. Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover. Wellhung: I find the bathroom. It's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid. Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return. Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh! Sweetheart: What's the matter now? Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way. Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on. Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my ... you know ... thing ... in your ... you know ... woman's thing. Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it! Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here. Sweetheart: I'm moving my *** back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide it in! Screw me now! Wellhung: I'm flaccid. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection. Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around, an incredulous look on my face. Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong. Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet, nasty blouse. Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles. Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes. Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of your candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face. Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser! Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo! Cybersex interruptus 
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Good to know. That SOME things look better in a Speedo. |
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honey tastes better
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anyone catchin the idea here? 
Is that a yes?? 
but that wasnt the idea.... they all end in eeeeee's....like.. the bigger the pond is the fatter the geese..
Me too because I spell fleas like this. |
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is this place even real?
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Oh just great now I have to ponder the reality of reality. 
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I'm ready for a 10 day weekend.... Would you be willing to be Miss July? I don't know. What does she look like?? |
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