open crotch panties Warning: Adult LANGUAGE & Subject matter. Readers be advised. ~ bighugelabs/onblack.php?id=5196973900\" View On Black “No PDA.†I’ve seen this sign many times in my life. Mostly around swimming pools or at the beach. “No Public Displays of Affection.†I guess there is a reason for it. Young people â€" not known for the greatest of judgment or self-control - might end up displaying everything; right then, right there. It ain’t like I’d be embarrassed if they did. Whatever they may do, I’ve probably done it too â€" and more than once if I liked it. If you don’t mind doin’ it, I don’t mind lookin,’ (and probably snappin’ a pix or two). But, it’s displays of affection like this, that remind me; it’s a young people’s thing. But, I must ask: Why? Are we \"oldsters\" ashamed to show affection? Not supposed too? Just because we is old(er), why can’t Mama and I hang all over each other? Like we still be in love? Why can’t people over 40 act like they still be alive? Like they still like the smell of each other, the touch of each other, the taste of each other? And want the world to know it too? I’m too old to be ashamed now! “Yeah! That’s right! She be with me! And she be scrumptious too! I like this! This is mine! Eat your hearts out, ‘you all’ (singular) or ‘all y’all’ (plural)!†I don’t car how old I get, if you and I are out, I’m grabbin’ some of dat ass! I gonna’ brush up against them tit-tays! :-) I gonna’ steal me some smooches and some nibbles on thOSE ears! I gonna’sit NEXT to you in the restaurant, not across the table. “C’mon Mama, rub those creamy, cottage-cheesy thighs on your man. Lean in, and show everybody, a bit of that cleavage.†Make me wanna’s lick’em, right here. I wanna\' make you giggle, turn red, push me away and go, \"oh stop, dat! You know better\'n dat. We in public.\" I ain\'t stoppin\'. As long as it’s hot, don’t deny me. I ain’t gonna’ deny you. When we be drivin’ down the highway, spread them legs and let my fingers do some walkin’ on your road of Love. Oh yeah, baby, and you can shift that stick the way only you know how to do. I know this is a column-mount, but hell, pretend, baby, pretend! “How you like that, Mr. Truck Driver?! Oh, that\'s a big 10-4 Good Buddy!, keep your hands on the wheel, now!!\" I expect my woman, no matter how old we be, to always keep some KY in her purse. “What? Like they gonna’ arrest us? Just because we were car-poolin\' the kids to school that morning?\" Like they don\'t know? \"Our top story tonight, two 60 year olds acting like there were 18. Kids, truck drivers, police, everybody traumatized!. Video at 10pm.\" Grab my ass, touch my stuff, gimme’ hugs, play footsies under the table! Don’t bend over at the supermarket, ‘cause I’m gonna’ try an’ hide the sausage, if you do. (What? All I got left is a mini-sausage? Tough shit baby, here my my smokey link!) One of the best parts of having a partner, especially when you is old, is lettin’ ever’body know; “it still be runnin’ hot….and feelin’ goooooood, too!†Don’t just leave the PDA’s to these kids. I don’t care if’n the young’uns cover they eyes, turn they backs, and stick they finger in they mouth like they wanna’ gag! Get used to little one’s. If you can, we still can: and should too. We didn’t die at 40, y’know! And I most certainly ain’t dead at 60. Jus’ cause we over 40 don’t mean you can’t wear crotch-less panties and open nipple bra’s! Everybody don’t know it, but I do! “Hey waitress, turn the heat down in here a little bit. Oo-wee, lookit dat! It must be done got cold in here, right Baby.†I’ll take my teeth out a gum you to orgasm right here. I\'m gonna\' make slurpin\' sounds on you, like I\'m at da\' bottom of da\' cup! \"Hey waitress! bring me one of them lobsta\' bibbs! An\' some melted butta\' too!\" It’s called Senior Love â€" and I intend to show PDA until I can’t!!!! Yeah, it may not be as wet or as hard as it once was, but it gets as wet and hard once, as it ever did. It’s called desire (don’t ever give that up), and better living through chemistry! Lawd ha’ murcy, y’all! Wednesday, August 10, 2011
open crotch panties View from bus window - Young Couple fredricks of hollywood
. open crotch panties View from bus window - Young Couple fredricks of hollywood
open crotch panties Warning: Adult LANGUAGE & Subject matter. Readers be advised. ~ bighugelabs/onblack.php?id=5196973900\" View On Black “No PDA.†I’ve seen this sign many times in my life. Mostly around swimming pools or at the beach. “No Public Displays of Affection.†I guess there is a reason for it. Young people â€" not known for the greatest of judgment or self-control - might end up displaying everything; right then, right there. It ain’t like I’d be embarrassed if they did. Whatever they may do, I’ve probably done it too â€" and more than once if I liked it. If you don’t mind doin’ it, I don’t mind lookin,’ (and probably snappin’ a pix or two). But, it’s displays of affection like this, that remind me; it’s a young people’s thing. But, I must ask: Why? Are we \"oldsters\" ashamed to show affection? Not supposed too? Just because we is old(er), why can’t Mama and I hang all over each other? Like we still be in love? Why can’t people over 40 act like they still be alive? Like they still like the smell of each other, the touch of each other, the taste of each other? And want the world to know it too? I’m too old to be ashamed now! “Yeah! That’s right! She be with me! And she be scrumptious too! I like this! This is mine! Eat your hearts out, ‘you all’ (singular) or ‘all y’all’ (plural)!†I don’t car how old I get, if you and I are out, I’m grabbin’ some of dat ass! I gonna’ brush up against them tit-tays! :-) I gonna’ steal me some smooches and some nibbles on thOSE ears! I gonna’sit NEXT to you in the restaurant, not across the table. “C’mon Mama, rub those creamy, cottage-cheesy thighs on your man. Lean in, and show everybody, a bit of that cleavage.†Make me wanna’s lick’em, right here. I wanna\' make you giggle, turn red, push me away and go, \"oh stop, dat! You know better\'n dat. We in public.\" I ain\'t stoppin\'. As long as it’s hot, don’t deny me. I ain’t gonna’ deny you. When we be drivin’ down the highway, spread them legs and let my fingers do some walkin’ on your road of Love. Oh yeah, baby, and you can shift that stick the way only you know how to do. I know this is a column-mount, but hell, pretend, baby, pretend! “How you like that, Mr. Truck Driver?! Oh, that\'s a big 10-4 Good Buddy!, keep your hands on the wheel, now!!\" I expect my woman, no matter how old we be, to always keep some KY in her purse. “What? Like they gonna’ arrest us? Just because we were car-poolin\' the kids to school that morning?\" Like they don\'t know? \"Our top story tonight, two 60 year olds acting like there were 18. Kids, truck drivers, police, everybody traumatized!. Video at 10pm.\" Grab my ass, touch my stuff, gimme’ hugs, play footsies under the table! Don’t bend over at the supermarket, ‘cause I’m gonna’ try an’ hide the sausage, if you do. (What? All I got left is a mini-sausage? Tough shit baby, here my my smokey link!) One of the best parts of having a partner, especially when you is old, is lettin’ ever’body know; “it still be runnin’ hot….and feelin’ goooooood, too!†Don’t just leave the PDA’s to these kids. I don’t care if’n the young’uns cover they eyes, turn they backs, and stick they finger in they mouth like they wanna’ gag! Get used to little one’s. If you can, we still can: and should too. We didn’t die at 40, y’know! And I most certainly ain’t dead at 60. Jus’ cause we over 40 don’t mean you can’t wear crotch-less panties and open nipple bra’s! Everybody don’t know it, but I do! “Hey waitress, turn the heat down in here a little bit. Oo-wee, lookit dat! It must be done got cold in here, right Baby.†I’ll take my teeth out a gum you to orgasm right here. I\'m gonna\' make slurpin\' sounds on you, like I\'m at da\' bottom of da\' cup! \"Hey waitress! bring me one of them lobsta\' bibbs! An\' some melted butta\' too!\" It’s called Senior Love â€" and I intend to show PDA until I can’t!!!! Yeah, it may not be as wet or as hard as it once was, but it gets as wet and hard once, as it ever did. It’s called desire (don’t ever give that up), and better living through chemistry! Lawd ha’ murcy, y’all!
open crotch panties Warning: Adult LANGUAGE & Subject matter. Readers be advised. ~ bighugelabs/onblack.php?id=5196973900\" View On Black “No PDA.†I’ve seen this sign many times in my life. Mostly around swimming pools or at the beach. “No Public Displays of Affection.†I guess there is a reason for it. Young people â€" not known for the greatest of judgment or self-control - might end up displaying everything; right then, right there. It ain’t like I’d be embarrassed if they did. Whatever they may do, I’ve probably done it too â€" and more than once if I liked it. If you don’t mind doin’ it, I don’t mind lookin,’ (and probably snappin’ a pix or two). But, it’s displays of affection like this, that remind me; it’s a young people’s thing. But, I must ask: Why? Are we \"oldsters\" ashamed to show affection? Not supposed too? Just because we is old(er), why can’t Mama and I hang all over each other? Like we still be in love? Why can’t people over 40 act like they still be alive? Like they still like the smell of each other, the touch of each other, the taste of each other? And want the world to know it too? I’m too old to be ashamed now! “Yeah! That’s right! She be with me! And she be scrumptious too! I like this! This is mine! Eat your hearts out, ‘you all’ (singular) or ‘all y’all’ (plural)!†I don’t car how old I get, if you and I are out, I’m grabbin’ some of dat ass! I gonna’ brush up against them tit-tays! :-) I gonna’ steal me some smooches and some nibbles on thOSE ears! I gonna’sit NEXT to you in the restaurant, not across the table. “C’mon Mama, rub those creamy, cottage-cheesy thighs on your man. Lean in, and show everybody, a bit of that cleavage.†Make me wanna’s lick’em, right here. I wanna\' make you giggle, turn red, push me away and go, \"oh stop, dat! You know better\'n dat. We in public.\" I ain\'t stoppin\'. As long as it’s hot, don’t deny me. I ain’t gonna’ deny you. When we be drivin’ down the highway, spread them legs and let my fingers do some walkin’ on your road of Love. Oh yeah, baby, and you can shift that stick the way only you know how to do. I know this is a column-mount, but hell, pretend, baby, pretend! “How you like that, Mr. Truck Driver?! Oh, that\'s a big 10-4 Good Buddy!, keep your hands on the wheel, now!!\" I expect my woman, no matter how old we be, to always keep some KY in her purse. “What? Like they gonna’ arrest us? Just because we were car-poolin\' the kids to school that morning?\" Like they don\'t know? \"Our top story tonight, two 60 year olds acting like there were 18. Kids, truck drivers, police, everybody traumatized!. Video at 10pm.\" Grab my ass, touch my stuff, gimme’ hugs, play footsies under the table! Don’t bend over at the supermarket, ‘cause I’m gonna’ try an’ hide the sausage, if you do. (What? All I got left is a mini-sausage? Tough shit baby, here my my smokey link!) One of the best parts of having a partner, especially when you is old, is lettin’ ever’body know; “it still be runnin’ hot….and feelin’ goooooood, too!†Don’t just leave the PDA’s to these kids. I don’t care if’n the young’uns cover they eyes, turn they backs, and stick they finger in they mouth like they wanna’ gag! Get used to little one’s. If you can, we still can: and should too. We didn’t die at 40, y’know! And I most certainly ain’t dead at 60. Jus’ cause we over 40 don’t mean you can’t wear crotch-less panties and open nipple bra’s! Everybody don’t know it, but I do! “Hey waitress, turn the heat down in here a little bit. Oo-wee, lookit dat! It must be done got cold in here, right Baby.†I’ll take my teeth out a gum you to orgasm right here. I\'m gonna\' make slurpin\' sounds on you, like I\'m at da\' bottom of da\' cup! \"Hey waitress! bring me one of them lobsta\' bibbs! An\' some melted butta\' too!\" It’s called Senior Love â€" and I intend to show PDA until I can’t!!!! Yeah, it may not be as wet or as hard as it once was, but it gets as wet and hard once, as it ever did. It’s called desire (don’t ever give that up), and better living through chemistry! Lawd ha’ murcy, y’all! 