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Close Shave

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.

“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.

“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”

“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”

“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”

All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.

“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”

Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.

“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”

Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.

“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”

Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.

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“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.

Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.

“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”

Each of the five ladies did as asked.

“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”

“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.

“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.

The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wetand pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.

“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.

Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”

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Hotsy Totsy Dancer

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumped to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh. With salary and tips an aggressive dancer could clear three or four hundred dollars in one night from the mostly 40-something females who came to drink, fondle and generally look at swinging cock.

Standing backstage, ready to make his entrance, Rolando ‘The Latin Lover’ waited for the MC to make his introduction.

Rolando had his routine down well. He shook his tight ass, rolled his broad chest and generally flumped his cock every which way he could until he got down to his G-string. If the women had been howling before-and they had-when the tall olive-complexioned man finally stood glistening, tall and pumped only in his G-string, the women went wild for his massive cock and balls.

Jumping off the stage the ‘Latin Lover’ worked the crowd, letting the frenzied females snatch quick feels as he strutted through their grabbing hands and catcalls. A short stocky brunette held out a twenty-dollar bill and slipped it in the waistband of Roland’s G-string as he wagged his covered cock in her face. Another woman, old enough to be his Gram-Gram swatted his ass, another ran up and kissed his chest and gave him a ten.

As he was about to make his way back on stage a middle-aged blonde held up a one hundred dollar bill and waved it high in the air. Zeroing in on the C-note, Rolanda serpentine his way over to her table. The lady smiled up at him, a bright-eyed blonde of probably forty or so he guessed, slipping the bill in his waistband. Rolando smiled, slipped off his G-string and let his big cock unfurl. To screams of “do it, do it” the lady sat forward in her chair and placed the head of Roland’s dick deep in her mouth. The loud music, all this touching and now this woman sucking him expertly, the Latin man simply jettisoned a creamy stream of come down the woman’s throat in a minute as her friends exploded.

When he entered the dressing room the now satiated man wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that several of the other dancers were sitting on chairs with their legs spread wide apart. Women of various shapes, sizes and ages were on their knees sucking the young cocks for all they were worth.

Just another Thursday night at the ‘H.T.’ Rolando snickered to himself. The hooting mixed with the pounding bass speakers, Rolando made his way secretly out of the dressing room ten minutes later, dressed and dried. Spying the action around him, as usual there was more grabbing, sucking and moaning going on in the audience then on the floor, though his two friends Bill and Steve were well into the sucking and spanking of their doubles act (gay men that they were) and the women were loosing what little was left of their minds.

Leaving the club, Rolando yelled goodbye to several friends and headed off to his car. Waiting there was an older woman-mid fifties he guessed-who seemed to be more then a little nervous.

“I wanted to give you his,” she said coming off his driver side door.

She held a hundred out to Rolando and he smiled, stood right up to the lady and undid his pants. ”Oh no, no,” she said, opened her jacket and revealed what probably was the most perfect pair of tits Rolando had ever seen, very big, slightly scooped but not sagging at all. They must have been at least D-cups, with perfect little pointy nipples.

“I just had them done and wanted you to be the first,” the lady said and bade him closer. “For a hundred I want you to suck them until I say stop.”

Just another night at the Hotsy Totsy Rolando thought again and dipped his head to the strawberry-scented cleavage before him.

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The Carny

Monday, October 25th, 2010

It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To some of these chicks, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live and Walt relied on that fact more then his quick wit, dark eyes and his big cock to score the local trim.

Running one of the skill games Walt found was his best chance to interact with the local girls. Usually a cute little filly would be with her boyfriend trying to win her a stuffed animal, and Walt could manage a few seconds giving the bored girl the eye. More often than not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would offer a couple of free whacks at whatever game he was running and then make a date with the impressed young woman for later that evening when he was off work.

This night the midway shut down at eleven thirty and Walt walked to his trailer, managed a quick shower, a run through his long dark hair, threw a new shirt on with equally new jeans and was out looking for the girl he had met only two hours previous.

Brenda was a typical ‘townie’, trying to act older, with her short skirt, cowboy boots and very tight blouse. He caught the blonde at the closed lemon ice stand.

“Why don’t we go to my place,” Brenda offered even before saying hello. She lean in and kissed his rough cheek beaming.

“Momma’s gone for the night.”

“Sounds good to me,” Walt replied.

A ten-minute ride in Brenda’s rickety truck and the couple were in a low one-room ranch house, well furnished and clean.

“How about a drink?” Walt asked, as he looked the place over. Brenda spun and smiled and stepped to the kitchen. Walt sat on the couch, found the remote and flicked the tube to life. Brenda came into the living room holding two beers.

“Anything on?” she asked sitting down next to the tall dark man.

Taking both bottles from the pretty girl, Walt replied: “Usual crap, town to town.”

“Let’s see if I can change that.”

Brenda reached in and kissed Walt as he just managed to place the beers on the low table before them.

He found her tongue with his; in fact the girl was on him fast, sliding over to straddle him even before he realized she was. As they kissed, Brenda began to dry hump him and before Walt could even try it, the girl placed his hands on her meaty tits.

“Wow baby,” Walt stammered, breaking free for air. As he did so Brenda reached for and lifted off her shirt. Walt faced a real high big chest in a lacy blue bra.

“Wow,” he repeated looking the young girl over.

Brenda leaned in again and began kissing him like before, unsnapping her bra in the process. Sitting back off the kiss again, Wall said: ”Reach me my beer?”

Brenda turned to do so, undulating her pussy into the man’s rough tented jeans and bouncing her tits in the process.

Walt took a sip, but didn’t swallow. He simply leaned in then, handed Brenda the beer and suckled her right nipple letting the cold beer he held in is mouth dribble down her breast.

“Urm ha,” the girl said, humping him all over again…though not halting her gulping back the beer. Walt attacked her left nipple the same way.

Brenda broke from him then, stood, finished the beer then stripped completely.

“Fucking beautiful,” Walt said to what had to he one of the best bodies he had seen on this go round.

The girl was thick but not fat; those big breasts swooping just enough over a nice firm belly, really long thick legs and a swatch of blonde pubic hair over what had to be one of the nicest little pussies the man had ever seen.

“Wanna fuck?” the girl asked, placing the empty beer on the table and her hands on her wide high hips.

Walt was out of his pants the minute he stood. Brenda knelt quick to kiss the head of his cock to life and before she knew it thick eight inches was poking her in the chin!

“My God,” the little girl moaned looking up the man. “That thing is…”

Brenda didn’t get a chance to finish. Walt picked her up, turned her and threw her on the low couch. Opening her long legs, Brenda’s eyes went wide to the cock Walt aimed at her pretty glistening vagina.

“How…how long you gonna be in town?” Brenda asked as Walt slow fit himself inside her.

“Another…three, threeeee days,” Walt managed easing in four inches, then five.

The girl was so tight he was sure he was gonna come before he even got all the way in.”Then you better make this last ’til next season,” Brenda growled as Walt plowed forward up and in.

Damn, Walt thought to himself, this carny life is tough.

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Breast Implants: Why Size Matters And When Big Is Too Big

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

Picture yourself at a fundraising carwash, the kind where you pay ten bucks for two porn stars with big tits to come and clean your windshield with their mammoth mammaries. Now imagine those same sluts throwing their slabs on your Escalade’s windshield and your world going dark. The thought is scary – while we all love breast implants there’s a point at which big is just too big.

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Take Heidi Montag as a prime example. When Heidi first appeared on The Hills she was a skinny flat chested blonde with a big nose. Sure, we would have fucked her (perhaps even multiple times), but without much to talk to we would have moved on to bigger and better things. Heidi may be dumb, but she was smart enough to realize that her value wasn’t nearly as high as it could have been so she went under the knife to have her face fixed and her tits done. The end result was a minor miracle as Heidi was transformed from an average beach slut to a superstar – the kind of big breasted blonde that embodies the American dream.

With that said, when Heidi went under the knife again for an extreme makeover this spring, she pushed her look too far. There’s a fine line between bombshell and alien, and Heidi passed it by having her face pulled tighter than Joan Rivers and supersizing her breasts so that they resembled flesh colored bowling balls. Yes, we’d still fuck her, but much like the original version of Heidi, her stock was greatly reduced.

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So when it comes to tits, there’s such a thing as too big. As a rule, tits shouldn’t block the sun, they should simply allow the sun to highlight their bulging contours. Looking natural isn’t necessarily the prototype that should be aspired to – after all, men love fake breasts – but women who look deformed are quite simply unattractive. Hollywood – take note!

When Sexting Goes Bad

Monday, October 18th, 2010

There is a small part of me that feels sorry for Brett Favre after he got caught with his pants down, so to speak, texting explicit photos of his dick to New York Jets reporter Jenn Sterger. He’s a grown man so he should have known better, but he obviously didn’t think it through before pressing send on his cell phone. If it was a 14 year old girl who sent pictures of her chest to some boy in hopes of making out with him behind the bleachers, than I would whole heartedly feel bad for her, but Favre is a 41 year old married man who shouldn’t be fooling around in the first place. We all can learn a little something from Favre’s actions.

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A couple weeks ago, one of my chick friends brought up a very interesting topic of conversation. She told me that she received a penis picture from a guy she’d been chatting with on an online dating site for a couple of weeks. Basically, she was completely shocked and a little bit disgusted that he would just send this to her out of the blue without her even asking for it.

She then went on to tell me that she forwarded the picture to a lot of her girlfriends and even asked if I wanted to see it. Of course I did cause I wanted to see if it was really something the cyber dude should be flaunting. Of course it wasn’t all that great so it made me think why he would do it in the first place.

A couple days later we all went out for some drinks after work and my friend with the penis picture proceeded to pass it around to about everyone in the bar. Happy hour got a lot happier as people were laughing hysterically at this poor guy’s dick!

I later went home to think. From a woman’s point of view, a man’s junk just isn’t all that enticing. Sure, it has a great purpose in theory, but just looking at it probably doesn’t do anything for them, and I can totally see why. Dicks have nothing in comparison to tits, and I’m saying this from a completely objective stand point.

So what can we learn from Brett Favre and the cyber dude? Next time you think it is a good idea to send a picture of your dick to some chick, be prepared to have it shown to just about everyone in her group of friends and possibly the news, the local newspaper, and blasted all over the internet. You’ll be a porn star, only laughed at. So, my best advice for you is to not even get yourself involved in sexting, even if you trust the person. Unless you don’t give a fuck who is looking at your dick and scrutinizing every inch of it, then all the power to you!

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Shigeo Tokuda: The King Of Elderly Porn

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

What would you do if you found out that your 76 year-old grandfathers’ was the star of a film called “Prohibited Elderly Care Vol. 20″?

Still confused? Allow me to make it clearer.

An elderly Japanese man by the name of Shigeo Tokuda gave his family the surprise of a lifetime by revealing that he was, in fact, a porn star. Considered by many to be Japan’s “king of elderly porn”, Tokuda got his start in the adult industry way past his 60′s. After retiring from his job as a travel agent, Tokuda was approached by an adult film director when purchasing some smut of his own. Being that “old-people porn” had suddenly become quite popular, he jumped at the chance. Tokuda stated, “I was retired and didn’t have anything to do”. So he started to do others instead.

By the end of 2008, the “king of elderly porn” had already starred in 350 videos. One director even went as far as saying that he is the “superstar of his generation”. Working with both younger and older co-stars (including 72 year-old Fujiko Ito), Tokuda has been featured in hit classics such as Maniac Training of Lolitas, Big Tits Loving Grandfather Erotic Mischief (yes, that’s the whole title), and the popular series Forbidden Elderly Care (Forbidden Nursing). Tokuda claims to want to carry on working in porn until well past his 80′s.

An interesting point to note, Tokuda is married and has two children and a grandson. His adult career – which was only recently reveled to his family – was first discovered by one of his daughters, through a fax sent to Tokuda’s house (the script to Prohibited Elderly Care, nonetheless).

Say want you want about this senior porn sensation, but one can’t help but give him props. Not only is he still capable of “keeping it up” well past his years, but he’s also having fun in the process. So for those who wondered, there is a life past 40.

Security

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

“I’m so glad you could make it,” the lady who answered the door said. “I’m Miranda Fortune, come on in.”

As she walked ahead of him, Dan couldn’t help but think how nice the lady’s little bottom swayed. And that high big chest of hers, what of it he had spied, Mrs. Fortune was the classic killer strawberry blonde. Another perfect housewife for he and Beth. After a quick tour, where Dan “Ummm-ed” and “Yes Yessed” sufficiently-or so he hoped-he and the lady of the house settled down at the kitchen table to discuss the security system he had in mind.

“Maybe before we get into anything too heavy we should have Mr. Fortune here as well? ”Oh, no,” Mrs. Fortune replied. “My husband’s a minister. He’s much too busy with the church. I make all the decisions here.”

Something about the way the tall lady said this, an almost challenging tone to her voice, her tight smile playing like a knowing pout across her pretty face, the sunlight behind lighting her locks, Miranda Fortune looked like a vixen to be reckoned with.

Subduing his rising imagination-as well as erection-Dan proceeded to outline the details of the best system for the home. Miranda listened, asking smart and pertinent questions, taking an interest in every detail from cost to installation. The lady was as smart as she was gorgeous.

“How soon can we get this in?” the lady asked after Dan stopped speaking.

“Well, I can probably move some stuff around, maybe get here tomorrow?” he replied. “Too soon?”

“That would be just great,” Mrs. Fortune said, shot up out of her seat and extended her hand.

“That break-in last week made me feel so unsafe.”

By three o’clock the next afternoon, Dan had all of the windows and doors wired, as well as a state of the art motion detector hooked-up to front and side, back and front flood lights. Mrs. Fortune had flittered around him, occasionally keeping him company, but the lady took a phone call at almost exactly three and plopped down on the couch to chat. This was Dan’s chance. He made the lip of the living room, gave a cursory: “I’m going upstairs to make one final check” and after a nod from Mrs. Fortune bounded up the stairs.

He went straight to the master bedroom, to a wall vent he had spied when up here in the morning, pulled it free, then installed a micro-’lipstick’ camera/microphone in the space. Directing the mini-spy unit at the king size bed, Dan turned it on then replaced the metal grill.

“All good,” he said descending to the first floor.

“Hold on Gayle,” Mrs. Fortune said, placed her cell on the low table and stood to meet Dan at the door.

“That check covers everything, right?” the lady of the house asked and Dan patted his shirt pocket and smiled.

“I’ll call in your code to the police station when I get back to the shop, make sure everything is transmitting fine.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” the pretty lady said and to Dan’s shock Mrs. Fortune rose up on tiptoes and kissed his mouth hard.

On the drive back home Dan wondered if he should have really planted that camera. Mrs. Fortune was so sweet, even the kiss, though hot to him, hadn’t been anything truly sexual, just more one of gratitude. Maybe this was one of the times he shouldn’t have installed his ‘usual’ security.

‘I just need to see her naked,’ he thought. ‘After that, I’ll shut it all down from here. ‘

After dinner Dan patted Beth’s hand across the kitchen table and said: “We got new ones tonight.” Beth’s dark eyes widened.

“I haven’t seen him, but she’s a piece of ass,” he added as Beth leapt from the table.

“Just this once though, okay?” Dan said standing with his girlfriend. “The lady was really sweet, I can’t do this beyond just answering my curiosity, ok?”

“Dan, I think you’re gettin’ to be a softie in your old age,” Beth teased, lean over and bit his ear lobe.

In the bedroom Dan turned on the remote monitor and he and his girlfriend saw the empty Fortune bedroom. ”Ah shit, no…”

Miranda Fortune walked into frame dressed in only her bra and panties. ”Told ya,” Dan said turning to an open-mouthed Beth. “Nice huh?”

Before Beth got a chance to really stare at the busty big girl Reverend Fortune walked into frame completely naked. At least ten years his wife’s senior, the man was still in pretty good shape…with quite the hard-on jutting at his wife who now sat on the low bed.

“That’s a pretty nice cock,” Beth said.

Dan turned up the volume and over the hyper-sensitive mike he heard Miranda Fortune mock pleading as she lie down then upside down on the bed under her husband’s cock and began to play with her big tits.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.”

After thinking Mrs. Fortune so bright and confident Dan had to admit his cock was pounding with the lady’s submission…even playing as she obviously was.

“You lust after our security man,” the Reverend said and Dan and Beth both sat up. “We will see if I ever let you have this cock again.”

When or if the good Reverend would decree his cock fit for consumption, how much Miranda Fortune had told him about her sinful lusts, or if Dan might ever go back to that house and shut this camera down, Beth lean in, unzipped his pants and wrangled free his cock.

“I know I’m not gonna be denied,” the cute brunette declared and dipped her mouth to Dan’s rising erection.

The Coed

Friday, October 1st, 2010

“Please, please come in, have a seat, my husband’s upstairs getting ready, my name’s Madelyn but everyone calls me Maddie, and you must be Samantha,” the tall mistress of the house puked in one breath opening the door. The pretty blonde crossed the door-jam and said through a wide smile: “Everyone calls me Sam, its nice to meet you Maddie.”

“You’re a college student, right?” Maddie asked.

“Yes, I’m a junior, majoring in business.”

Just as Maddie opened her mouth again Vic came bounding down the stairs in front of the two women. ”Sorry I’m late,” he said adjusting the collar on his expensive button down. “‘Hope I didn’t miss anything.”

“Sam,” Maddie interjected, “this is my husband Vic, late as usual.”

Vic came up behind his wife and kissed the nape of her neck. “Don’t listen to anything she says about me,” he said and all three laughed.

“So,” Maddie began, “um, business first, right? That’s the way you girls like to do it? You said five hundred over the phone? For all night, right?” Sam took the five one hundred dollar bills that Vic quickly produced.

“Yes, you have me all night,” the short girl said smiling wide again. “But I have to leave by seven, I have a class at nine.”

“Well then,” Maddie said moving between her hubby and the radiant young girl. “Anybody for some wine?”

“Yes, yes,” Vic remarked, following his wife into the house proper. “I’ll go some glasses.”

While Vic disappeared into the kitchen the two women moved to the wide green cloth couch dead center of the well-lit room. “C-could you just take off you blouse,” Maddie began as she sat next to Sam. “I’m dying to see them.”

Sam smiled, and without saying a word, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She was bare underneath.

“Oh, ah,” Maddie moaned. “I didn’t think…my you are busty, I mean your ad said, but…” ”You can touch them if you like,” Sam said as calm as if the two women were sitting having an afternoon tea talking neighborhood gossip.

Sam inhaled oh-so-slightly as the older woman placed a hand on each of her big high breasts. ”Thirty four double dees,” the younger girl said as the older woman massaged her tits. “You don’t think I went too big, do you?”

Vic suddenly appeared with a tray containing three glasses of white wine and stopped dead in his tracks. ”They’re not too big?” Sam asked turning to the man who slowly continued walking to them…the glasses on the tray now shaking.

“They are perfect dear,” Maddie said finally coming up off the little girl.

“My wife loves big breasts.”

“And you?”

“They are magnificent,” Vic said, placed the tray on the low table between them and the trio sat, sipped and smiled in silence for the next three minutes.

“I think its time I help Sam undress the rest of the way, whadda say Vic?”

The older man answered by taking a long last gulp of his wine and sitting forward in his recliner. Sam stood as Maddie did, kissed the older woman as Maddie lean in to kiss her, put her hand on Maddie’s arms as Maddie unbuckled her jeans and shifted and wiggled as Maddie peeled her down to her thong.

“Would you mind doing that yourself,” Maddie said retreating to her husband across the room. “I mean turning and bending to take off your thong?”

“My wife has a thing for women’s asses as well,” Vic offered as Maddie giggled and put her arm around him.

The delightful creature the couple had paid for turned and artfully slow hooked a thumb to each hip, worked the sides of her thong off her creamy white flesh, bent in an almost ‘slo- mo’ movement of honey hair cascading, long thighs clenching and popped her undies free of her magnificently high ass, down her legs then off her feet. Sam stood back up fully and began to turn.

“Don’t turn, just yet,” Vic said. “Can you bend again slightly, open your legs…my wife also has a thing for seeing pussy from behind.

“So, does my husband,” Maddie said and the trio laughed again as Sam got into position and her clients stood and undressed too.

The After Party

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

Gil sat down on the edge of the large king size bed pulling on his socks.

“Babe, we’re due at the Martin’s in twenty minutes,” he yelled to Priscilla in the bathroom. Waiting a few seconds for, but getting no response, he sighed, got up and went in to check his wife’s lack of progress.

“Priscilla,” he shouted over the sound of the hairdryer that assaulted him. “Priscilla!” He stopped at the open door.

His short wife was completely naked standing there with her long brunette locks upside down as she bent her head to dry them. Not hearing her husband, Priscilla stood up, facing Gil and yelping once in surprise.

‘Still the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen’, Gil said to himself, smiling as his wife stood fully facing him with her big tits and her sweet tight pussy bare.

“Gil,” she admonished. “I made us late already.” Priscilla recognized her husband’s ‘I-want-you-now’ look. ”Just let me get dressed.”

Even though she was right, they were late and turned then from her husband-’a great ass too’, Gil thought-Priscilla knew Gil would be up on her in a second; she’d be disappointed actually if he wasn’t.

“You make so horny,” he said stepping up to her back. As Priscilla brushed out her hair, she heard her man reach down and undue his fly.

“Gil, we don’t have ti…” she began but secretly yearned for that fat prick she felt poking her ass. ”G..g…” she tried, leaning her hands on the cold Italian marble sink, spreading her legs just enough for Gil to place the hard hot head of his dick up between her legs.

“Gil, we’re really gonna be la…”

As they both looked in the mirror and smiled Gil entered his wife hard, pushing his thickness up and in between Priscilla’s wet lips as she gasped and threw her head back.

Just as quickly as he had come in though, Gil retreated out of that hot little hole, popping his now wet cock free.

“We’re gonna be late,” he said, spun and left the bathroom. ”Pay-back’s a bitch!” Priscilla growled, sighed, shuttered and continued to get dressed.

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New Google Feature Censoring Adult Content

Sunday, September 12th, 2010

“With great power comes great responsibility.” The wise words of Uncle Ben ring true for the super power that is Google. Google is a powerful tool that can be used for great things. Google instant search gives you real time results as you type – predicting your queries. Unless your searching for sex related things that is.

Earlier today, google launched instant search to the US, with an international release coming later next week. The search shifts will deliver results while you type, no kicking or hitting enter will be required. Simply typing the letter w will bring up weather forecasts, or the search you’re most likely seeking.

However, those of you sex searching all day wont be able to type in “tits” for example. Only a empty blank page will greet you, not the joy of our Dickipedia entry on “tits”. It doesn’t matter if your safe search is disabled, the instant results simply censor out naughty content.

When Google was asked about this feature earlier today at a question session, the director of product management said the friendly feature is being used to protect children. Limiting offensive content will allow the majority of users receive information that wont be diluted with sexual content.

It’s a smart feature for the site and will likely keep seven year olds interested in the pussy cat dolls out of trouble. Those of us who are adamant on finding free porn will still be able to do so with extreme ease, so don’t get your panties up in a knot. The decision to exclude naughty words might eventuality be remedied with another censor feature, for now though us pervs will have to continue to hit the old reliable enter key before going on our porn hunt.