I don't suppose there will be ay any good pics of Barb doing her goat herding, eh?Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
Goats, apparently? And I’m sure it’ll be quite amusing for the spectators as well.
I thought I would leave that challenge for you.I don't suppose there will be ay any good pics of Barb doing her goat herding, eh?
She would have looked fantastic on the auction block. I would easily have outbid the goat farmer!Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
Ummm ... hey, back there ... whatever your name ... take your time ... no hurry ... perhaps you need a break? ... go to the loo? ... pause for tea?
Heh ... Barb Moore would have messed that up too. Great post!Tracy And Alice (Pic hosted externally)
(Tracy on the left, Alice on the right.)
Two old school pals on a holiday in Khabadami and now on their way to the palace as slaves.
Alice. “Don’t look so glum Tracy. At least you got to keep your knickers on.”
Tracy. “Yeah..but that probably means they didn’t like the look of my pussy. I don’t think they reckoned much to my tits either. I'll probably end up cleaning the palace toilets while you get shagged senseless every night in a comfy bed.”
Alice. “You never know! Our luck might change. What is that in your hand?”
Tracy. “Some old guy just tossed it to me. Said it was a magic genie coin.”
Alice. “Here, let me have a look. I’ll just give it a rub.”
A magic genie appeared.
Genie. “Ladies, I hereby grant you one wish each.”
Alice. “Brilliant! I wish I was back home in Barnsley.”
Genie. “Your wish is granted.”..Poof!..Alice was gone. She was back at her favorite pub in Barnsley, naked but happily ordering a pint. She only had a sip or two when Whoosh..she was back in Khabadami.
Alice. “Tracy! What on earth are you doing still here? Didn’t you get your wish?”
Tracy. “ Yeah...I told the Genie I was lonely and wanted my friend back.”
Don't you just love Essex girls?
Thanks! Just trying to lift the gloom in these miserable days.
Thanks for this humorous post, Melissa. I have been looking forward to seeing the results of your work with this Rylsky portrait of Alice, with her enquiring look of anticipation, since you announced your intentions last year.Tracy And Alice (Pic hosted externally)
(Tracy on the left, Alice on the right.)
Two old school pals on a holiday in Khabadami and now on their way to the palace as slaves.
Alice. “Don’t look so glum Tracy. At least you got to keep your knickers on.”
Tracy. “Yeah..but that probably means they didn’t like the look of my pussy. I don’t think they reckoned much to my tits either. I'll probably end up cleaning the palace toilets while you get shagged senseless every night in a comfy bed.”
Alice. “You never know! Our luck might change. What is that in your hand?”
Tracy. “Some old guy just tossed it to me. Said it was a magic genie coin.”
Alice. “Here, let me have a look. I’ll just give it a rub.”
A magic genie appeared.
Genie. “Ladies, I hereby grant you one wish each.”
Alice. “Brilliant! I wish I was back home in Barnsley.”
Genie. “Your wish is granted.”..Poof!..Alice was gone. She was back at her favorite pub in Barnsley, naked but happily ordering a pint. She only had a sip or two when Whoosh..she was back in Khabadami.
Alice. “Tracy! What on earth are you doing still here? Didn’t you get your wish?”
Tracy. “ Yeah...I told the Genie I was lonely and wanted my friend back.”
I don't think anything escaped your eagle eye. The photographer was indeed Rylsky and the head was reflected to fit the host body of some young lady more comfortably. Alice is such a good subject that it is a shame not to use her more often. I think Tracy has appeared before having her tits measured to see if her Khabadami breakfasts were were improving her figure.Thanks for this humorous post, Melissa. I have been looking forward to seeing the results of your work with this Rylsky portrait of Alice, with her enquiring look of anticipation, since you announced your intentions last year.
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I believe Tracy has also made previous appearances in your pictures, although I am not so familiar with her. The two friends make a attractive composition, the lightly chained figures emerging from the busy clutter of the background street scene. There is a further contrast between Tracy's knickers and Alice's total nudity. The Rylsky portrait has been flipped to blend into the new body, which is receiving strong highlights from a ray of sunshine. The bracelets are neatly applied and whilst the genie has disappeared, the pantomime theme is appropriate for the season! Nice work, Melissa!
she seems to like the whipping.
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