THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: hyp on August 22, 2008, 12:02:25 PM
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On our date the following week, things got even better. Tessa wore a clingy black dress, and over dinner she lit up with stories of four-million-a-minute losses in the futures market. Sexy. When she asked me back to her place after the check came, I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Soon, as we stood in her hallway, groping each other like teenagers, my hand fumbled to her chest, anticipating the plush, nurturing flesh of her…
Wait a minute. Was her breast rippled? As I felt the telltale implant bag under her skin, I thought, Damn it—fake boobs. My mind overflowed with images of hospitals and scalpels. I froze up, and Tessa noticed.
http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articleglamourmatch.aspx?cp-documentid=9495249>1=32023
now i can see why maf reads MSN every morning. :rock
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Sounds like something written by TVC. lol
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sweet! i'm going to browse through more of this shit. i can never read the yahoo ones because they're blocked
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cigarillo
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damn imagine reading that at work. boner central!