Joyless

Perhaps I could describe to you the breasts of the first woman I was ever with. The memory of those mammaries has stayed with me ever since. If I was ever in a situation where I wasn't stimulated enough to perform properly ...

well, let me see if there's a picture laying around............

Re: Joyless


I'm sorry Bear. I wish I could help you out after the wonderful bear hug you gave me the other day. Alas, I have no pics of boobs nor butt to send your way. Besides, silly...you have a very wonderful Squinney to drool over any darn time your heart desires.

Maybe one day, just for sh[ts and giggles, I'll add my very own pic for the gallery....AND I'll even ask YOU for the shot you prefer. Dressed to the nines, Catholic Schoolgirl or me old regular self in blue jeans. Thnk about it and I'll see what I can do. All fully clothed of course though.....

Catholic school girl please.....

Hey bear.... memories, man... memories!!

I think of a time when I was 16, got a job in a sewing factory. The guys in the cutting room loved my pink sweater SO MUCH, they watched for me to come in, in the morning. Later one told me...
"Yeah, we would see 6 inches of pink sweater, and sure enough, there she was behind it..."
I laughed, but you know we ALL wore those bras in that decade, which funneled the breast out to a point.
(sigh- to be 16 again).

Pure poetry!

I don't want to post my breasts either, but maybe
you want to change with this guy for a while - he looks
happy, doesn't he?

**bows politely** Your wish is my command.

Heck, since I'll have my photographer anyway, I'll just do all three and you can know that the Catholic School Girl was done just for you and you alone.

Oh, Calamity Jane! That is hilarious!!

he's wearing a tinfoil hat to boot...

Here you are Bear. Just for you I found a fellow A2K poster's boobs.

And - here are MINE!!!!!



















































Only to cheer YOU up, Bear!

I do a feel a bit cheered now ms. buns...thank you for caring....

You're welcome!

Has anyone else noticed that Joe Nation got all worked up remembering those mammaries and went off "to look for a picture" more than two hours ago?

Uh huh. Thought so.

You seem to be displaying rather more than boobs there, dlowan.

(There is a word I am strenuously avoiding saying... you may know what it is...)

Paws??????

It's the paws that refreshes.....

Not.........CLASPERS????

If you are talking about my TAIL- well, that is my TAIL!

NOT balls!

Well, I looked through all the albums and the big book of Conquests (Vol I) but apparently there had been some editing done by one of my former wives. (Selfish, you know.)

So I thought I do the right thing by bear and call the old girlfriend up and ask her if she still had a copy of those pics from the Robert Lee Texas Reservoir hootenanny and bar B Que Jamboree. The task turned out harder then a DA's heart.

I had to call her mom first and she seemed kind of puzzled as to who I was which was puzzling in itself seeing as how she and I had a few go-rounds ourselves back in those times, but I unfogged her memory and we had a few laughs there on the phone and then she gave me whatshername's number.

(I DO to remember her name, I am trying to protect her reputation and not reveal that she is currently the wife of the President of the United States.)

So I used the "good" number that her mom gave me to get around all those nosey receptionists, but the woman who answered said that L***a
was busy at some function, but I explained that it was kind of a national emergency (I was really worried about the bear) and she went and got her out of the reception for the (how boring) English premier or Primed Minister or whatever.

Anyway, to make a long story short, she tells me that (get this) all that was a long time ago and that she's moved on.... blah blah, and I'm trying to interrupt to tell her that all I really need is that one shot of her standing on top of the four-wheeler stuck in the mud up to it's hubs where she is wearing just the bottoms of her pink two-piece and waving that big Confederate Flag and she is going on about how her life is a prison and what she would really like is to just walk away from it all.

So, I know a little bit about wacko chicks and how they can get like all crazy and turn into stalkers, so I hung up. I got a call about fifteen minutes later from some guy claiming he was Secret Service but I played like dumbass on a stick and he bought it.

Bear, I'll have to refer you to Biggens Volume 26, page 23, they were sorta like that only with more elastic bounce. Sorry.

Joe (NoMo) Nation