Well Helloooooooooo.

Well Hellooooooooooo Tuesday Bollockeers,,,Back in one piece after our sojourn in "Southern Climes",Havn't lost my accent but now walk with a lisp!!

Thanks George for letting on about my Mr Marina Success,,it was a bit cold and windy on the day and flashbacks of the TV series "Acorn antiques"came to mind whilst strutting in my posing pouch!

Proudest moment Hilary and I got the best Ken and Barbie look alike costume below and won the pink motor!

Nice to be back to "Normality"(yeah right!! LOL),,Off for a nosey round and catch up to see what's been happening...

Thanks again George and Elise xxx and Terry for opening the batting on ere'

Hi John,,saw lotsa "Doggin"on the Downs,,you got a siver Moggie 1000?..............

Have a good un Peeps

 

Cheers

 

Maggies orgasm......

Some years ago, Paddy married an attractive woman, Maggie, half his age, in a small coastal Irish community.. After several months, Maggie complained that she had never climaxed during sex and according to her Grandmother all Irish women are entitled to a climax once in a while. So, to resolve the problem, they went to see the Veterinarian since there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in the village. The Vet didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his mother and father would fan a cow that was having difficulty breeding with a big towel. This would cool her down and make her relax. So the Vet told them to hire a strong, virile young man to wave a big towel over them while they were having sex. This, the Vet said, would cause the young wife to cool down, relax, then climax. So the couple hired a strong young man from Dublin to wave that big towel over them as the Vet suggested. After many efforts, Maggie still had not climaxed so they went back to the Vet. The Vet said for her to change partners and let the young man have sex with her while Paddy waved the big towel. They tried it that night and Maggie went into wild, screaming, ear-splitting climaxes, one right after the other for about two and a half hours. When it was over, Paddy looked down at the exhausted young man and in a boasting voice said: 'And that, me son, is how ya wave a fukkin' towel!'