THE dough is rising

Honey bun anyone?

mmmm...Sammie Rhodes on the right.

Nice kitchen.

I'd like to knead her dough!!!
































X's 9 !!!!!

Eenie, meenie, mienie, moe...

I'l take a have !

Twins??

I have to say, thats not the dough rising.

I got sumpin' and it goes humpin' like this!

I would like to have them be my live in personal chefs, Wonder how the little woman would feel about that?

Nice kitchen jack

Shet said she would enjoy it more than you....becasue you have no chance with them and I won't hanave to cook for your dumb ass anymore

Back when I was a young man making my first sojourn away from my family, I settled briefly in Shreveport LA. I took up residence in a rear cottage of a home owned by a much older woman. She wasn't anything for looks but she had enormous breasts. I suppose all the heat and humidity would cause her to sweat under those udders and the skin would chafe. One day, as I was heading back to my abode after an afternoon of drinking and cards, she asked if I could rub corn starch all over, up and under those monstrous appendages . Apparently it was easier and neater if someone else did the job. That explained a lot for me because when I first met her, I thought she either liked powdered sugar or she was an old coke whore.

We ended up in a symbiotic relationship when she noticed I sprouted a massive erection while rubbing corn starch on her titties. From then on, whenever I would apply the starch, she would jack me off. She never asked for me to reciprocate though if asked, I probably would have hit it. Even at a young age I was able to channel Shiva and imagine I was with someone else, a technique that served me well in prison. I could also imagine helping her out with a large, rooted vegetable or similar lingam. Good times, thanks for jogging my memory with the pic.

slips are cool...