That was the plan...
but then i thought it may be more fun to blob it on my mammaries.

lovely and warm outside :o)

a guy at dinner dropped a baked bean on his tit and ate that...aided with his hands though.

i am proud of my tit to mouth contact.

i'm glad it wasn't a bean though. they're the devils work. not you DiT, the firey man who lives downstairs.
(baby_kitten was loving your work on, Fri 25 Jul 2008, 16:50, Reply)