As seen on Hawtness
I am going to get one of Bacall’s Specials in a few minutes, and you know how that will go. So there is no need for me to describe it. Instead, enjoy this.
Russ and Sam, two friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.
One day Russ didn’t show up. Sam didn’t think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something.. But after Russ hadn’t shown up for a week or so, Sam really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam didn’t know where Russ lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.
A month had passed, and Sam figured he had seen the last of Russ, but one day, Sam approached the park and– lo and behold!–there sat Russ! Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said, ‘For crying out loud Russ, what in the world happened to you?’
Russ replied, ‘I have been in jail.’
‘Jail!’ cried Sam. What in the world for?’
‘Well,’ Russ said, ‘you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?’
‘Yeah,’ said Sam, ‘I remember her. What about her?
‘Well, one day she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I plead ‘guilty’.
‘The damn judge gave me 30 days for perjury.
Last week, we had both showered and were sitting around about half-dressed. We had talked the day before about three things we were going to do and so I asked her wanted to do today, meaning one of the three things. Sassy as ever, she said she was going to paddle herself. With that she got up and got my pine paddle out of the drawer and proceeded to pop her bottom with it. She always does a good job and I enjoyed the show. When she had finished, I took the paddle and proceeded to paddle myself. I paddle myself down as I can not get much effect swinging across. She paddles herself across her cheeks just like I would do it. We went back on forth experimenting with methods for a bit and then we both noticed that my large and ample penis had heard the paddle pops and raised himself up to see what was going on. This changed the play. It was obvious to both of us that I was turned on and she said she was also. She was so turned on that she wanted more pops with the pine paddle, a paddle she usually pans. I was pleased to accommodate her and proceeded to give her a dozen or so moderate licks. She took them with no problem and admitted she was feeling bullet proof and that she needed a dozen with the red paddle. I was only too happy to help her out. She was then 100% randy and I used our electro-mechanical device to elicit moans, pants, and primal screams from her. After her bones re-jelled in her arms and legs, she put the pine paddle to my bottom and used the same fine electro-mechanical device on my swollen penis which quickly melted me.
She was then able to decide what she wanted to do for the day.
Ronnie posted some magazine covers from the 50’s that showed men in charge. I grew up with them. They were commonly found at automotive supply stores and I was a frequent customer of such places. This was before Playboy.
During the same decades, there were ads for various products such as these.
Tape Worms? Well at last they are sanitized.
Ladies you have certainly come a long way.
I have dialoged with a woman whose Blog I admire, but I will not reveal her Blog in this post. Some months back I told her that she lived in X. She replied that she actually lived in Y. I retorted that I already knew a woman in Y and for MY purposes she needed to live in X. Got that?
Sometime later I sent her a picture of her home in X. She said she liked it. I replied that she should not get accustomed to it, as she might be moving. Last week, I found her new digs. It’s over 6,000 square feet in a prime beach location.
I also hope she will not reveal her identity. But just enjoys the foolishness.