Back in college during my first degree, there was this mannequin with the curviest and sexiest behind I ever saw. Eveey time I passed there, I'd stare at the bum for a while then daydream. Every now and then, I'd finesse a feel on the booty, rub my hands gently on it like it was a mistake. Oh those were the days.
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Imagine the possibilities had you actually attended that class and graduated? 😉 Off the record: My autocorrect didn’t adjust ‘class’ for me, it was ‘clas’ instead. Misspelling “class” would’ve sucked even worse than boiling liquid.
Eh, thanks for stopping by @belemo. Happy new year to you, you mannequin feeler-upper.