connoisseurs
Senator
It figures - woman are never pleased. I only wanted to helpView attachment 600503You mean, like this?
Hmmmmmmmmmm .... doesn't seem very practical to me ...
rather uncomfortable too, I think.
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The prosecution of Kathy Summer
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connoisseurs
Senator
Btw: purple rope looks good on you. You should wear it permanent.
Maybe with adding a gag. We want not hear her permanent complains.
OK we will cut the kinis off...View attachment 600503You mean, like this?
Hmmmmmmmmmm .... doesn't seem very practical to me ...
rather uncomfortable too, I think.
And why laughed I loud then?Not funny
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh Mr Tree you frightened me to death i thought it said Cut His Penis Off
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
No pink ropes but I love the silence.
Now you have DONE it, Madi .... and bad shoes too ... oh, this is just too much!
Sorry for the bad shoes! I try, to do it not again.Now you have DONE it, Madi .... and bad shoes too ... oh, this is just too much!
Has Tree ever had a thread so grossly hijacked?!?!?!
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Now you have DONE it, Madi .... and bad shoes too ... oh, this is just too much!
Nothing Wrong With The Shoes ,It`s The Colour ,Horrible
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
The epilogue...
The two women have been hanged for acts that in most places are even crimes. Debate the issue as you wish but any way you look at it Dorothy and Kathy are dead. Messaline has left with Judith to continue her Anjou tour. I bring Barbara to the gallows where their bodies still hang. She looks at the two bodies and says “I don’t understand why they were hanged.”
I look at Barb rubbing her thighs together. She may not agree that Dorothy and Kathy were hanged but watching their execution seems to have excited her. I suggest we go get dinner at an Italian restaurant I know of nearby. I give the keys to the Mustang to her and she drives west on Arkansas 412. Barb looks at me and says “You seem lost.”
“It used to be open ground around here” I sigh. “When the hell did they put an Interstate highway in here?”
“Tree, things change. Areas build up” Barb says as we pull up to the traffic light by St. Joseph’s Church in Tontitown.
“This used to be just stop signs. They must have torn down Mary Maestri’s restaurant” I groan.
Barb says “The hotel’s restaurant isn’t too bad. Why don’t we eat there?”
She turns the car around and drives back towards Springdale. She tells me “I don’t think it was right those women were hanged but I have to admit it turned me on watching them. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
I neglect to tell Barb about the letter I have in my jacket’s pocket from the IMF about her. That is for another thread…
Tree
The two women have been hanged for acts that in most places are even crimes. Debate the issue as you wish but any way you look at it Dorothy and Kathy are dead. Messaline has left with Judith to continue her Anjou tour. I bring Barbara to the gallows where their bodies still hang. She looks at the two bodies and says “I don’t understand why they were hanged.”
I look at Barb rubbing her thighs together. She may not agree that Dorothy and Kathy were hanged but watching their execution seems to have excited her. I suggest we go get dinner at an Italian restaurant I know of nearby. I give the keys to the Mustang to her and she drives west on Arkansas 412. Barb looks at me and says “You seem lost.”
“It used to be open ground around here” I sigh. “When the hell did they put an Interstate highway in here?”
“Tree, things change. Areas build up” Barb says as we pull up to the traffic light by St. Joseph’s Church in Tontitown.
“This used to be just stop signs. They must have torn down Mary Maestri’s restaurant” I groan.
Barb says “The hotel’s restaurant isn’t too bad. Why don’t we eat there?”
She turns the car around and drives back towards Springdale. She tells me “I don’t think it was right those women were hanged but I have to admit it turned me on watching them. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
I neglect to tell Barb about the letter I have in my jacket’s pocket from the IMF about her. That is for another thread…
Tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
That last picture is me driving into Mack Street
only the other passenger is a girl too
only the other passenger is a girl too
A nappy and red stockings .... really, Dottie? I don’t want to be seen in public like this!
What? I NEVER do THAT!
Willingly? He gave me the keys willingly, without making me go to bed with him first? The guy must be going soft!
Nope. He’s gone senile. One birthday or one drink too many. Take your pick
You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
Like helll he wouldn’t ...
Oh Shit!
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She practically asked for this...View attachment 600744 A nappy and red stockings .... really, Dottie? I don’t want to be seen in public like this!
