With that avatar, anything you post now has a sinister quality to it...looks like you're shouting GILF to get her to turn round. Is it just me?
im quite fond of a gilf myself mate lol I’d rather drive a classic ol e type jag than one of these new fangled hybrid jobbies
My wife’s older than me, smoking hot and plays like a Stradivarius compared to the classless Trollops my age
for you wifes sake im hoping you are just speculating about the performance of the classless trollops of your age.....
I’ve been a player and now I’m monogamous. Oxfords answer to Peter stringfellow but better looking lol
My first venture abroad on my bike, a CB500T back in 1977. We (my girlfriend & I) were in the Pelopeneese and meandering down a road heading to the beach at Kyllini when the road took us through a lemon grove. The smell from the lemons was unbelievable, and it's stuck with me ever since. When we arrived at the beach it turned out that it was a private beach "owned" by the local hotel. But the security guard let us through the barrier & even looked after out jackets & helmets whilst we enjoyed a completely deserted beach. (As an aside, I proposed to the said "girlfriend" in Venice on our way home. We celebrate our 42nd wedding anniversary this year. Those lemons have a lot to answer for!)
