Generally, my wife used to agree to do most things I wanted her to do sexually - except wear stockings and suspenders. For some reason that was a step too far.

Another vote for Carol Vorderman. Not only is she grotesquely plastic these days, but her shrieking, look-at-me personality means that I have to turn off the likes of Have I Got News For You or Would I Lie To You if she's one of the panellists. Unbearable on every level.

Some tremendous young cunt out there this week. When I was out driving, I saw one little brunette walking down the road on her own who was wearing shorter shorts than anything I've seen outside of a porn clip. Had to drive past and then turn round a couple of times to examine the goods from all angles!

Agreed - some great teen pussy on there.

This one of my favourite clips. She doesn't show as much flesh as some girls, but that's a lush body - great tits and ass happily bouncing around.


https://www.tiktok.com/@trisha.dancer/video/7065868094312303919?lang=en

Hi, I don't have skype. Can I send by normal email?

I'm sure they all knew. My dad had a huge porn collection stashed away in the cupboard under the stairs, with the cupboard being accessed in our tiny living room - where my mother would often be sitting, reading a book or magazine. I used to go to the cupboard, pick out the magazine I wanted, then put it under my jumper and walk past my mum to go upstairs to my room. I could have just held the mag openly in my hand, walked past her and said "Mum, I'm just going upstairs to my room to have a good hard wank to this big-tit mag of dad's", but that wouldn't have been very classy!

My father loved stockings, so my mother consequently wore them pretty much every day when I was growing up. It's a great shame that the stockings/suspenders combo has fallen so far out of fashion since those days. When we were out shopping a few years ago, I tried to get my (much younger, very leggy) Russian girlfriend to buy some, but she looked at me as if I were mad.

I was (still am!) the youngest of three children, five years younger than my sister and seven years younger than my brother. Because we had no money, my father would insist that me and my brother shared a bath (I'd rather have shared with our sister...). Which meant that, when he was 13 and going through puberty, he was sharing his bath with a wide-eyed six year old innocent. I was fascinated by the huge size and hairiness of his cock and balls, which he seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time soaping, and he was at an age when he would have even fucked a hole in the wall. When our parents were out, one thing inevitably led to another, so I did suddenly become sexualised and aware of my little cock "feeling good". But his interest didn't last long (I'm pretty sure he moved on to trying it on with my sister), and I genuinely forgot about everything sexual by the time I was allowed to bath on my own. It was only when I reached puberty at 12 or 13 that I experienced which might be termed The Second Coming.

Well into my sixties and still have to masturbate at least once a day (often more) otherwise my concentration levels are terrible.

I have three or four homemade videos that I've been sent over the years which always make me cum. But they're not online (as far as I know), and I've no idea how to upload them to a suitable/safe hosting site.

Yes, tits definitely out for me as well. It shows she's got her mind on the job and is giving it all she's got.

My dad used to keep his huge (literally about three feet high) stash of porn mags in the cupboard under the stairs with a few local newspapers on top, presumably as some kind of fiendish attempt to hide them. They were a mixed bag, but a lot of them were devoted to big tits - which, coupled with my sister being so stacked that her jugs used to come in the room a few seconds before the rest of her body, led to my early masturbatory preferences. I'm not sure about my first video, but I think it was probably a Russ Meyer film (Vixen, maybe) that I bought in some seedy Soho sex emporium.