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Posted by robotics_queen
- January 17, 2011, 10:20:34 AMDepends if it is a Hot guy or just some creepy dude LOL! 
Posted by harley89
- January 10, 2011, 09:44:41 AMYeah ram is cheap I my try that
Posted by Homer
- January 08, 2011, 07:22:37 PMQuote from: harley89 on January 08, 2011, 07:09:10 PM
That might work if my memory wasnt shot
You need to upgrade your RAM then
Posted by harley89
- January 08, 2011, 07:09:10 PMQuote from: gator8_24 on January 08, 2011, 03:43:46 PM
Just close your eyes and imagine!
That might work if my memory wasnt shot
Posted by gator8_24
- January 08, 2011, 03:43:46 PMQuote from: harley89 on January 08, 2011, 10:55:29 AM
Im booking a flight at my age I will take romance where ever I can get it
Just close your eyes and imagine!
Posted by harley89
- January 08, 2011, 10:55:29 AMIm booking a flight at my age I will take romance where ever I can get it
Posted by Joe C
- January 08, 2011, 10:51:57 AMQuote from: Homer on January 08, 2011, 10:38:37 AMHah! Like I would ever VIDEOTAPE it!
Don't you remember your last screening?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NJ6qmQ0BZk&feature=related
Posted by Homer
- January 08, 2011, 10:38:37 AMQuote from: Joe C on January 08, 2011, 10:16:39 AM
I am flying to Denver on Monday for work. Maybe I can get groped at Dulles!
Don't you remember your last screening?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NJ6qmQ0BZk&feature=related
Posted by gran2x2
- January 08, 2011, 10:23:25 AMMakes me wanna stay home..
Posted by Joe C
- January 08, 2011, 10:16:39 AMQuote from: gator8_24 on January 08, 2011, 09:01:50 AMI am flying to Denver on Monday for work. Maybe I can get groped at Dulles!
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room - his room. He quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear . . . "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so confident.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
"Okay, ma'am," he said a low voice. "All done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, handing me my purse. "You can board your flight now."
Anyone want to take a plane?
Posted by gator8_24
- January 08, 2011, 09:01:50 AMHe grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room - his room. He quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear . . . "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so confident.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
"Okay, ma'am," he said a low voice. "All done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, handing me my purse. "You can board your flight now."
Anyone want to take a plane?
into a room - his room. He quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear . . . "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so confident.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
"Okay, ma'am," he said a low voice. "All done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, handing me my purse. "You can board your flight now."
Anyone want to take a plane?