They would slowly and calculatedly move up to the grass verge when they felt the vibration from feet pounding the bitumen.
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The Comfy Couch
She didn’t mean to stare but what was she to do when Roz’s bosoms were so lumpy and mobile?
In the Name of Vanity
It wouldn’t be exotic or wild, but unquestionably head-turning.
Backing a Winner
Hannah was quick on her feet, but dodging rubber tyres was not her idea of intrepid fun.
A Hot Shot
Frank was ready to show the locals how to put a sparkle back in their caffeine hit.
The Mad Butcher
With the visitor sighting me, the domino effect took a strong hold…
I’ll rock your world and you may wonder if the tectonic plates just moved.
Bits and Bobs
… a few women swoon as well as they admire my body and roll my bits between their fingers..
Brooms, Bulls, and Brews
Like a bucking bronco, the air pockets were hard and had tossed her about like a rag doll.