There should be no "smiley" face on that sentence Should have been " "being responsible does suck sometimes.
ha ha...yea right.There should be no "smiley" face on that sentence Should have been " "
Girls are much more sluttier now - and I love it. Drive by a HS and see all the young hotties....I pop 3" right there in the carha ha...yea right.
well...it seems everyone here has morals. i see those chics at the store or around. i don`t remember chics dressing like that when i was younger.
shaq....that was the devil giving you the #.
LMAO. you guys obviously weren't around during the 70's. remember the phraze everyone is doing it, well we were.......................11Girls are much more sluttier now - and I love it. Drive by a HS and see all the young hotties....I pop 3" right there in the car
Then maybe I'll give second thoughts on trying to stay out of hell. Those titties were nice.shaq....that was the devil giving you the #.
You should get some phone pics and put them up here - the way you are talking about her makes her sound like a Vida GuerreraThen maybe I'll give second thoughts on trying to stay out of hell. Those titties were nice.
No - she's just a young Hill Country trailer chick whose parents are in and out of methadone clinics.You should get some phone pics and put them up here - the way you are talking about her makes her sound like a Vida Guerrera
Eh...I'm old as well - feel old anyway - and a 19yo would be nice to fuck...haven't had that in a while!!!No - she's just a young Hill Country trailer chick whose parents are in and out of methadone clinics.
I'm old - a 19 y/o college coed wanting bump uglies with me gave me wood.
Remember that shirt?? Oh, man.
I live in a small community just north of a big city. There's a small-time grocer in my neighborhood where both high school and college students are employed. For the last few months, this little bitch has been flirting with me. I've returned the harmless advances but it's never been anything to write home about.
Last night I'm in there buying some staples to get us through the week. No big deal. Just milk, bread, and some other ancillary bullshit.
Then there she is in the back of the store walking towards me. Black eye liner, perky little titties, and jeans tightly hugging her ass.
She's sporting a devilish smile. I ask, "What's up, girl?"
She says, "Just working" and grabs the front of my cart. Her perky tits are squeezed together and her nipples are about to rip through her shirt.
She reaches to give me a slip of paper - I could handle the titties, the smile, and the dark eye-liner but it's her giving me her cell number that gets my heart to racing.
I asked her, "How old are you?"
"19" is her answer in that deep, South Texas twang.
I said, "You know I'm nearly twice your age and married with kids and a mortgage, right?"
She says, "Oh, I know. But I figured if you ever got bored you could give me a call."
So, I nervously take the number and provide a sheepish grin trying to hide what this teenager was doing to me.
I finally respond with, "Maybe I'll give you a call some day."
"You definitely should," was her reply.
I quickly programmed her number into my telephone just in case I ever want to be an idiot.
I was only having two thoughts as I walked out of the store: "Holy shit why me?" and "Well, when you've got it - you've just got it!"