Creamcracker said:
Yes definitely less on show now as weather gets colder unfortunately

Pussyinspector said:
I think that is a dream of many men around the country.

Pussyinspector said:
Still plenty of tasty delights on show thanks to the extended bits of sunshine. Even if women are wearing big coats they have to remove them in coffee shops.

Brafetish said:
Im still seeing woman out and about and still wearing sexy outfits.

benben9 said:
JESUS !!!! Just look at that! I've never gone from soft to hard so quick over a picture. About to blow a big load for her. Anyone else getting pleasure from her?

Pervert7ven said:
It's a disgrace that the GMTV milfs don't get their tits out and bend over spreading their ass cheeks to display their wet cunts and puckered assholes for our wanking pleasure. Producers and marketing department take note. You're never going to get classed as a news programme so may as well go all the way downmarket for us early rising perverts to enjoy.

ColinIreland said:
Mind the gap

Cherrypie said:
Everything about the whole experience was part of the excitement.

jnewman said:
i was lucky in that when i started masturbating the magazines had just gone topless in 1960.i remember Parade magazine one of the first.before that my uncle bought a magazine called "Tit-bits".it was biweekly and showed girls in bikinis.try getting a mag with that title published now.my teenage years were spent wanking over bare tits until i was 19 when we got full frontal.the good old days,dont compare to the porn we have now.ill have to go.

JayinAZ said:
Many an adult bookstore booth/adult theater, driving, out in the open on my 40 acres, hotel rooms/balconies, hand job out in the open from a stripper in a Tijuana bar--but the riskiest was probably when I was a young teen with a paper route, out in the dark before anybody else was up, jacking as I walked from house to house dropping papers. Being caught then could have led to arrest and loss of my job, at least.

GinaGersonFan said:
Overrated woman in my personal opinion.

She looks like a young Theresa May in these pics

RobBanks said:
Looking at them was one form of thrill; purchasing them was another type of thrill; and then finally getting some alone time with your purchase, that was another type of thrill. That's the way it was for me, anyway.

It took me a few trips before I could whack up the ginger to even walk through the door. Mrs Banks worked a few steps away from the vendor, and I was afraid one of her bosses or coworkers would bollick out the office door after working late and see me about the place. "Hey, I saw your husband last night at the fuck book store."

Once I got in, I found the books were in clear plastic bags and stapled in rows to the walls. Black-and-white books went for $5 each; B&W with some color pictures were $7; all color books were $10 and up. No videos for sale as the VCR wasn't even in stores yet.

And the customer could only look at the front cover and the back, although flipping the mag up to look at the back meant you were looking at the back cover upside down. At that time, even $5 was a shit ton load of money to me. I would agonize over which book to get, trying to get the most I could for the money.

Once I was there looking for a mag and there was this guy just hanging around the back by a drink vending machine. He was wearing a blue uniform-type of garb. When I left, he followed me back to my car, walking 10, maybe 15 yards back. As I got to my car and opened the door, he called out to me, "How about a blow job?" or something like that.

I was young and very nervous about being there. I called back, "No, thanks."

He said, "I'll do all the sucking." I just got in the car quick as I was able and got out of there.

Some months later I changed jobs and that guy was a regular customer there at my new place of employment. I don't think he recognized me; he barely saw me, from behind and rather dim lighting. I never said anything to him about it. I met and got to know a little bit his brother, and found out from him that the guy who'd followed me was a married man, father, seemed to be a regular guy.