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Jeg ved ikke om det er fordi det er frygteligt tidligt om morgenen for mig, men jeg forstår ikke en pløk af denne tråd. Måske er jeg ikke højpandet nok...

Ja det forstår jeg heller ikke...

Malua. Josefine kommer tæt på, men Malua er bare fræk.

Og de bryster... Jeg hører engle synge når de kommer ud i fri luft.

Læs den artikkel Nikita linker til. Der er mange guldkorn at hente der.

Ann er en del ældre en de to andre og har de mindste bryster af de tre, men er ret en vildbasse i sengen. Hun har ret mange tattoveringer. Josefine er skide sød og har ubetinget de største kasser af de tre. De er noget nlr det perfekte hvis man er babsoman.

Og så de bryster <3

Det gør jeg også. Det er derfor jeg holder mig fra de udenlandske piger.

Hun er enten stoppet eller holder en meget lang pause. Hun har før været væk i lang tid og kommet tilbage, så det er at håbe.

Jo, det er vist det det handler om. Igen.

Jeg har nok haft en 20 besøg af piger fra de danske bureauer, og måske en 2-3 stykker har været ringe, ellers har det kun været rigtig gode besøg. Til gengæld så har 90% af de udenlandske besøg været skidte. Så vi kan have forskellig erfaring.

Utroligt du stadig har energi til at file den samme melodi. Hvar der var lyst fra nogen af pigerne at arbejde sådan som du ønsker, så hvar der nok dukket noget op.

Nej, det er standard kbh klinik priser.

Det har du så umådeligt ret i. Der er "nogen" der tager dette forum alt alt for seriøst.

En tråd hvor folk virkelig er i totterne på hinanden må være nok. Ellers ender det med masseflugt fra siden fordi folk ikke kan finde ud af at tage det roligt.

Uanset ens baggrund, så er alt ens troværdighed brugt op hvis man har oprettet andre profiler for at spionere på andre brugere. Det ville være umuligt at vide om personen stadig gør brug af dette.

Efter jeg havde besøgt en pige en håndfuld gange inden for kort tid, kiggede hun mig øjnene mens hun havde flagstangen i hånden. "Det er utroligt, efter alt mit besvær så har jeg stadig ikke fået den slidt ned til en overkommelig størrelse".

Så blev man også tændt idag... Jeg lader liiige det billede stå på nethinden et øjeblik eller 10.

Det er ret fælt. Så tror da pokker der er piger der ude der bukker under for skønheds idealerne.

Jeg ser for mig at der liiiige fyres op under et powerpoint show under hyggen... "Se her, sådan skal jeg kysses. Jeg henviser til slide 47c..."

Må du have det fantastisk i fremtiden og held og lykke med det hele. Jeg er sikker på du bliver savnet af mange.

Det er den samme Maise

Den her er en klassisk skræmme historie, men pisse morsom: After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Stuggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good " Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect....... :-

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