Mmmmmmmmmmm!:jerkoff
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Mmmmmmmmmmm!:jerkoff
Youch... her cock is likely to get very burned
One of my favourite places... a sacred spot.... I haven't been there now in ten years....
Some of you have seen this house before...
Is that your house, Willie... wow
Big pumpin' ass!:jerkoff
This is for real - not from the Hobbit
The prettiest TS girls in the business....
That is some crib Prospero! Bilbo Baggins would be proud!:)
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Suck on these Mariska !
(these are a couple of my all time favorite pics.)
Why is Sophia hatin'? :)
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Wow ,thanks dan , nice pic. Where is that? I'm guessing the Inner Mongolia.
Might even be Afghanistan or some ancient outpost along the Silk Road.
I'm just guessing that because of the architecture and those look like Mongolian horses.
Fabulous! Do you know this one, Sukumvit boy? Crescent Moon Lake in China, on the ancient silk road. Same kind of lovely, poetic place...
Giverny....
Dunderhead... it's a type of cloud
Metalhead, dickhead
Wanlockhead, Dennyloanhead
Hijack alert...
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Allez France!
Hey... that's the lovely Buck Johnson, isn't it....
it's this girl. prospero might want to avert his eyes as there is a close up of her vagina on that page.
shut up Bluesoul... it's a great selection of shots of a beautfiul girl and, in context, very nice vagina....
Alien heads! And it's also a type of cloud...
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