And with that, Sir Lancelot discarded his Prince John disguise and mounted the ramparts surrounded by his "ladies in waiting". Whilst the men in tights had been indulging in a debaucherous orgy, Lancelot and his ladies had put the nefarious Sherrif and his caddish cohort, Guy whatshisname (Gisbourne peut-etre?), to the sword and had vanquished the brief incursion of the Keano Clan. They had rescued the maid from her state of distress and delivered her in a state of disDress to her sozzled, besotted Robin.
Mmm Anny, you've got me fantasising about "Pussy Galore"!
If Lance got a bigger saddle, would she like to come and ride side-saddle with him, or even ride and come side-saddle with him?
to toe-fetishist's tongue
Rain was right, there were stalks moving to and fro in the bushes in the forest; it was the men in tights getting what could be their last taste of sex before making an assault on Nottingham Castle. It was their wish that if they didn't make it back, then at least their seed would be planted to carry on the bloodline of such noble warriors.
And so, it came to pass that whilst Maid Newbs was fretting about being rescued, Robin and his merry men were fucking their brains out with a horde of buxom, winsome wenches in the forest. Rescuing Newbs was being put on the long finger for now.
In my life .......the Beatles
It was then that King John made an edict that all the women in the land were to cum and pay him homage at Cunnymede. The cuckolded males agreed so long as he signed a scroll named the Magna Carta. And so, the British Constitution was conceived!
to earth-shattering climax
And, Rain, may I add that Lancelot finds it hard to sit in his saddle because of the big ol' head he develops every time he sees your pic alongside your posts!!!!!!
Snap; great minds think alike!
Meanwhile, the Prince is overwhelmed with desire for the unusually graceful peasant girl poised on her knees to perform an act to deflate his rigid prowess.
Regards to all of the above posters xxxxxxx
Would it be possible to reclassify Rain as a graceful gazelle so as to enhance the "exotic, erotic" image I have of her.
Meme, are Tipperary and Kerry remotely compatible?
Lol xxxx
Sitting on the dock of bay........Otis Redding
dead babies......Alice Cooper
Mmmm yeah, but an insipid trickle could develop into an almighty torrent. Oh, yes please god!
with his pitter-patter method of torture, which entailed Rain's squirting fountain maintaining a distance of just outside the prisoner's tongue length. Mmmmmmmm, very tortuous indeed!!!!!!!!!
Both the above posters cause the lance to become extremely hard, so can you imagine the eruption that would occur when given the task of serving the sexual needs of both simultaneously. Mmmm, possibilities indeed. xxxxxxxx
Come the revolution, Kerry would be transposed with Tipp and the logistics of getting a room with meme would slip into our mutual schedules like a lance through Kerrygold. xxxxxxxxxxx
If not for you...Bob Dylan aka Robert Zimmerman (Room-man in Deutsche)
