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Is that you, Colonel?

When I first started tuning in, I thought she was too thin. I remember thinking I could ride a bicycle between her legs and not brush her knees. She has put on a lot of weight since then and I think she wears it beautifully. I prefer the new Leora to the old one significantly. After six or seven more years, it may be a different story. Throw in some stretch marks and tiger stripes from a pregnancy, maybe a C-section scar and post nursing breasts and you'll be looking at your Aunt Edna. You may know some who weathered it well, but I'm sure they are a tiny minority. I'm not trying to be ugly to her, but nature is a cruel bitch to most women. She should not bet the farm that she'll be in that minority you describe. A plan B is just good sense.

The precoital weed whacking qualified as foreplay around here. By the time I had clearcut that rain forest, we were both ready to rock.

A medical career will still pay 15 years from now. No one will pay to see a 45 year old woman stick her heels in her ears. Her charms are at their peak at the moment and still capable of making men do and say foolish things. The slide down the other side accelerates as it proceeds. It would be wise to have a plan B.

And no one would have a hand held self hypnosis device. Damn you, Nikola!

What, they don't know about window screens in Prague? After the second or third bug battle, I'd either have screens or stop leaving windows open.

Gas maybe?

I seriously doubt that topic would come up. She knew I was in two branches of the service, went overseas, did the things soldiers and young, foolish, impetuous men do. If she saw me wanking, I'd be mortified. If she saw my love interest wanking (along with the entire internet,) I'd have a hard time explaining that to her. She would probably ask me if my balls were doing the thinking again.

Whatever you say, Pepe.

Yes, I would take her out, spend money I don't have on her, make foolish promises and revel in the glory of her youthfull, sensuous body. But I would not take her to meet my mother. Balls made me stupid once. Never again.

Not so hard to understand. Yes, she's gorgeous and I, too, could watch her all day and night. But if she were to say "Oh masterchef sweety, take me in your arms and be mine forever," what's the first thing you're going to put a stop to? And if it doesn't stop, what then?

That may be so, but in Indiana it's today (not that I'm in Indiana.). Hoosier daddy. Get it?

Malia, sweet heart, if you're down because you can't see your dad on fathers' day I'll be happy to stand in for him. So smile and tell me.....who's yer daddy?

Aunt Flo does that to them, too. Thank you God for that Y chromosome.

Thanks letsdothis. That's the ticket. Wish it had been from cam 9 or 11 but watching Malia's facial expressions was very nice as Leora hit the right spots. Wonder who Leora was talking to briefly outside the window at the end.

You're paying for the opportunity to watch the play as it is written. You are not paying for the privilege of writing or directing the play. If you like the play, hang around and watch. If you don't like the play, boogey on down the road and find one you do like. RLC must make sure the cameras are working and the tenants must not interfere with the cameras. That's it. If you're getting your money's worth, keep subscribing. If not, spend it elsewhere on other things.

Man oh man. That tractor is taking a beating.

How about we chip in and buy them a set of rubber sheets? When newlywed, my randy new bride was entertaining Aunty but wouldn't let that stop her. Gotta say it was great and cut my work load in half. We absolutely ruined the mattress, though.

Maybe if Malia shakes the ear ache and Leora is horny enough. I don't expect it, though. Live in hope. Die in despair.

My ex told me that when Aunt Flo visited, she was at maximum randy. Or is Leora just playing with the string like a cat? Damn thumbnails

He saw too much.

Leora should exhale warm breath into her ear. That will make it (and us) feel better.

Guess Arby's will have to wait awhile.

I myself am a bit peckish for a nice Arby's with plenty of sauce. Leora might just love one too.

The methanol in wine is metabolized into formaldehyde and the isopropanol is metabolized into acetone in the liver. So of course a wine hangover is not very pleasant. Those alcohols are discarded at the beginning of the run in distilled spirits. I'll stick with Jim Beam.