When my father married my first step mother, my mother said that she heard through friends that the woman had been a magician's assitant. Since I was ten at the time, I asked Dad if the was true about Betty. "No. Why would she tell you that?""She said that Betty had expirience turning tricks," I replied.And thus, WW III erupted in the Cookie household.
there was nothing fortuitous about the selection of that gaping wrought iron railing and its ability to allow air to circulate.
Dad?[(slightly) more on topic: was there a brief craze sometime about 1966 for lucite lower-calf bracelets and I missed it, or is that a startlingly advanced for its decade police tracking device?]
I have that clock! Now I just need those shoes.
How's your caboose?
The lady has obviously moved on from Fuck Me Pumps to Fuck Me From Behind Pumps.
Is she getting ready to vault over that railing and light those candles with her hawt self?
Is it me or does remind anyone of Brenda Dickson and her Virgene?