Storer68
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No pics I'm afraid.
They were literally too f***ed to get to mine.
So someone had been there first
No pics I'm afraid.
They were literally too f***ed to get to mine.
you blokes all moan when we dont want it
did you get a BASSIVE MOANER when you got the text? and have a cheeky wank to set you off to sleep again? if so you should of gone
Well I think this should be the thought process:
Are they fit? Yes/No.
If no - right decision.
If yes - wrong decision.
Simple really.
Les I'm only ever down the hallway. Forget these "women" and tell the world we love each other. Firmly.
As we all know from your last experiment firmness was my main problem to carry out you little plan of action.
You have lost me.
You tried to gay me but I couldn't get it up because I don't do gay.
I was trying to be subtle to save you embarrassment.
Well I think this should be the thought process:
Are they fit? Yes/No.
If no - right decision.
If yes - wrong decision.
Simple really.
I would never receive such a text, but i am sure i wouldn't have the courage to turn up, my shirt half unbuttoned, a roguish smile papering my mint-mouthed face, looking to hide the fact i have a childish stonker on downstairs that'll be ready for blast-off about 4 minutes into the in-n-outer session. Too many worries and certainties that i wouldn't really be what they wanted after arrival and stripping. I'd be picturing the blankness of their faces when i am rutting as hard as i can, knowing i'd never tell another man of this happening and disappear into the night hoping their drunkeness would make it seem a bad dream rather than a limp actuality.
My guess is that it'd be a terrifying decision to make as these women are expecting to be having a wonderful time with you, that you can ultimately satisfy them on this lonely night in their state of giddy delirium. Although you can possibly consider how you might have a lovely time sticking your cocker in some sleepy, lumpen hole without sober limitations, you are also under extreme pressure to do something they might just remember.
I would never receive such a text, but i am sure i wouldn't have the courage to turn up, my shirt half unbuttoned, a roguish smile papering my mint-mouthed face, looking to hide the fact i have a childish stonker on downstairs that'll be ready for blast-off about 4 minutes into the in-n-outer session. Too many worries and certainties that i wouldn't really be what they wanted after arrival and stripping. I'd be picturing the blankness of their faces when i am rutting as hard as i can, knowing i'd never tell another man of this happening and disappear into the night hoping their drunkeness would make it seem a bad dream rather than a limp actuality.