I Propose a Toast
A toast to all the beautiful women who have allowed their breasts to be fondled — with their consent, of course.
To Cathy (dear, sweet Cathy!) — a toast!
She performed gymnastics expressive of her approval, so I do not feel I violated any unwritten code.
And then there was Eileen . . .
Oh, Eileen! Up and down… There we went… I was just a kid! Give me a break! If I could only relive that moment…
May all of you grasp similar memories.
Happy belated New Year!
Heh. Someone down-voted this.
They woudn’t have, if they ever saw Eileen . . . . Ah, . . . . Well, never mind.
Good Lord! Round, firm . . .
Shall we release the Emu?