Well, well ladies...it seems as if my words have you on a slow burn... Hmmm, Slow Burn...an interesting title...
To be continued......
Before I answer, I need a clarification...
Are we talking about my Northern or Southern Hemisphere ?
Or shall we meet at the Equator and the man can just ask me for directions?
Hear, hear! I second that. Any type of kiss is fine as long as the man kissing me is Frank.
Sex is not just a matter of physical expertise and technique, and neither is kissing. A kiss is just phenomenal when both people really mean it.
On the other hand, if Frank gave me really sloppy wet cold kisses (which he doesn't), we might have a heart to heart.
Now why would a woman waste two men doing that stuff?
as long as 1 man knows how to turn on the oven and the other man can operate a feather duster, we're good to go.
Yes. Research has shown that no wife has ever shot her husband while he was doing the dishes.
There...I fixed it.
I dunno what happened, I loved baseball when I was a kid. Ran home, got the glove and bat and played away. Then came girls, this strange attraction, the chase, the catch, the games, the bitchyness, the kids, the w-rk, retirement, ahhh, now back to playing ball.
