Triariats wrote:Anal we tried sex. She was afraid at first, but it courageous at me. I have bought any toys in sex - a shop (has read on the Internet, that for the first time so is easier). At first the finger has smeared with vaseline, and very slowly I push... I Feel - unpleasantly to it, muscles at it are reduced. The finger has quickly gone, and here balls - it was already more difficult, but unless to time it is a pity to me for the favourite girl? All procedure very long lasted, but in the end when I have entered into it the device, to it was not sick at all. But sex was - to be stunned simply, then all the week long the device was ill me, even with the wife when slept.

We with it have tried everything, that, everything only is possible, that only to a head has come. And once it already in the priest had me. The same procedure, only time for my old bum has left less. I have risen on ÷åòâåðåíüêè, she has put on herself the device, and fack íóëà me in an ass duly. I sometimes turned a head to it and then we kissed. And the handle still to me the device massed. The discharge was - óïàñè my God.

Here..... And then the wife washing has learnt, and has begun. I asked it, Íàñòÿ it asked, begged, with tears on eyes - have helped nothing. Militia, court. Íàñòÿ after all still minor was. The silly woman over, does not understand, that it of own daughter has made - now after all know all! What in prison with me will make, represent? So it is you - my last hope. I still will write, I will write - only I beg you more, will fulfil the promise, help us! Give the God to you of health, and I hope, that this composition will help you with your researches.
Girls and women, write to me (I the author of this story "Seduction of the daughter") we will communicate, ïîôàíòîçèðóåì together if at you is what or imaginations and if is not present so we will think up. Wink Why, when all so well develops, days become as though more shortly? Time flies quickly. From the moment of arrival it lasted as crude rubber, and now to look back be not in time and already it is time home. There has passed one more sunny day after garage pleasure. More close by dinner Dik has informed me, that on five o'clock in the evening have ordered a sauna. - well and ñëàâíåíüêî. Ïîïàðèìñÿ. - I have answered.
By five o'clock all was ready to ïîìûâêå. Shampoos, basts, shower gels and the rest has been combined in packages and we have gone. The truth on road have dropped in in shop to take ïèâêà. The sauna was a small cosy premise. A pleasant hall in which were a bar rack with the TV and a house cinema. A soft sofa with two armchairs and a table with chairs on which the feast was spent. Further a small locker room, pool 2Õ2 with cold water. Two per capita booths which were divided among themselves idle time øòîðêîé for a bathroom. Same øòîðêà separated per capita from the general premise. A small toilet behind doors and a sweating room.

Triariats wrote: There has passed one more sunny day after garage pleasure.

Bambouche wrote: She gave me a dyed-red mohawk in 5th grade cause she thought it'd be funny (I got suspended from school) that my dad dragged me into a hair salon to get cut off (when I yelled "fuck you" at him, he punched me in the face so hard that my head bounced off the glass window and back into his hand).

Marsupialized wrote:I bet I hand you a gold bar that sucks dick on command and you'll be bitching that it dosent have the right kind of moustache.

madmanmunt wrote:

stevenstillborn wrote:My piss after I drink a 6 of Chimay is better than Stella Artois.

My piss after I drink 6 Stella Artois is better than Stella Artois.

Colonel Panic wrote:A Croatian friend of mine was in the Bosnian War back in the '90s. Apparently, during the war they didn't have any modern technology available to remove the thousands of land mines that had been placed all over the country by the retreating Serbs. So what they did was use livestock.

He told me that once they had to clear a big soccer field of anti-personnel mines, and all they had was a herd of pigs they'd rounded up from a local farm. They let the pigs loose in the field and as the animals wandered around, there'd be an occasional >BAM!< and a pig would go flying into the air. The men sat by the sidelines drinking booze and laughing at the spactacle until the entire field had been cleared. Then they went around and picked up the bits of pork lying on the ground, cooked them up and had a big feast.

tmidgett wrote:

FMajcinek wrote:My favorite, fromthis thread.

Cranius wrote:Marty used to wear a 'Hang Mandela' T-shirt, which is still in the bottom drawer of the dresser in his old room at his mum's house. It's ironed, folded and sitting next to the returned hatemail that he wrote to Lech Walesa.

Marty stared the last Great Auk to death in 1844.

Marty sews Elton John's wigs.

In his yout' Marty was a beast for Babylon, causing dreads much boderation.

Marty wears cargo pants.

He has also worked in advertising.

Seconded.

steve wrote:

brett eugene ralph wrote:When I was fifteen or sixteen, me and Bobby Whitaker were riding around in his fucking gorgeous red Chevelle, smoking weed and drinking beers. We ended up down at the boat docks (on the Ohio River), where people generally congregated to party on weekend nights. After prowling the parking lot for a while, Bobby spied this girl he was really into. He suggested that we get her and her friend to ride around with us for a while--the only problem was the girl's friend was big as a house. The hot girl was obviously not going to bail on her friend, so it was a package deal. He begged me to be cool and go along with it, and after hemming and hawing and making him kiss my ass for a while, I finally gave in.

So we rode around, smoking and drinking, and I proceeded to get totally blowed out. We ended up back at the boat docks, parked. Soon enough, Bobby and the girl were getting it on hot and heavy in the front seat. I tried to focus in on whatever was blaring out of the radio and ignore the fat chick sitting next to me, who kept trying to make conversation. When the moans and rustling in the front seat became unbearable, I figured, "What the fuck--I might get a hand job out of it," and started making out with the chick.

After a while, I had her shirt up and was slobbering all over one of her truly enormous breasts. The weird thing was, I couldn't locate the nipple. I licked all over that fucking thing before I realized that her nipple was still in her bra, which was pressed against my forehead. I'd been totally going to town, sucking on one of her fat rolls.