Today I will be mostly trying to spot nipple on a rather resplendent and rippled chest.
Ooh I do love a skinny boy.
YES! It is not lost on me the irony…
But I can’t help what I like to be aesthetically pleasing.
The fact that I am a washed out old hag with tits that flop to her knees and legs the size of tree stumps is neither here nor there.
Oh, I have done some painting today too. If only I could endlessly paint (well!) this fine specimen of perfection. Right down to that luscious, kinky folded ear. Nom nom nom!!
(Damn, I should have nibbled on it at Bridlington! I WAS ON HIS LEFT SIDE FFS!)
