Club Totti

I had a couple of interesting E-mails this last week. The first one came from Brad in Oregon. Brad lives out in the country and says he’s a big bear of a guy but prefers to think of himself more as a “gentle giant”. He was wanting to know if I thought it was quite normal for him to be so obsessed with gorgeous little Japanese shaved pussies.

Well I really don’t know Brad but Kenji from Osaka certainly doesn’t think so. He is absolutely besotted with Iveta who I first posted here. I did mention to him that Met Art had hundreds of pictures and he said he knows. He’s already joined and downloaded them all, but he would still like me to post more.

When he finds out where she lives he’s wants to apply for the position of slave.

Gentlemen, if it gives you a stiff dick then as far as I’m concerned it’s normal. I like sushi, I like curry, I like cheeseburgers. Why should my appetite for sex be any different? So long as it is past the age of consent and walks on two legs (without dragging its knuckles on the floor) then you have my blessing.

These pics are you you.

Most guys like myself prefer to hire a maid to do all their washing, or they will take it down to the 24-hour place and pick it up the following day. Me I actually enjoy going down to the coin-operated laundry in my apartment complex. I try to choose my times well because there are some hot young wives who also do their laundry in the daytime while hubby is at the office. I try to coincidentally coincide.

To them I’m something of a novelty, perhaps they think I’m a little bit weird, but I am always polite and never forward. I may say “good morning” but I never try to start a conversation. After all they are respectable married women. I just sit and watch the tumble dryer tumbling and read my newspaper.

The other morning I saw a delightful black g-string with pink trim tumble from one lady’s dryer. There was no-one else there and she had obviously completely forgotten that I was. She picked them up and held them up high to the light, she admired them from both sides. So did I. Then she pressed them to her cheek to make sure that they were properly dry. It was then she remembered, glanced over and caught me watching her over the top of the newspaper. She blushed deeply … so did I.

She probably never wants to see me again, ever. But I shall be there again next week … just in case.

Our model today wouldn’t blush, take a look at what she keeps with the fabric softener.

I was talking with my travel agent the other day. He’s a good man, capable of shoe-horning me onto flights at the last minute even in the busiest of seasons … but I digress.

We were looking at these pictures of Leilani and trying to figure out what her ethnic background might be. Because, wherever it is, we both want to go there and see if there are any more.

We both seemed to think that she was probably an exotic cocktail, a delicious mix from far flung shores. There was clearly a fair amount of Latin, was there a touch of the orient or a little piece of Arabia in her too? I concluded that the world would be a much better place if she had a little bit of me in her. He suggested that she would be happier with a larger piece of him in there.

Obviously we weren’t going to see eye to eye on that score but we did agree that she was exceptionally beautiful and that she could probably make you shoot a load just by looking at you with those incredible ‘come to bed’ eyes.

“Excuse me,” he said, ushering me outside, “I have work to do.” With that he closed the door of his office. Bus as I turned to go I swear I heard the sound of a zipper unfastening.

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Well I know lots of girls just like her. When you live in Thailand she’s the girl who lives next door.

I rented a place in Phuket, south of the island near Nai Harn Beach, some years ago. Lily reminds me of the landlords daughter. Quite often she and her friends would stop by for a chat. Most of them were students studying at the university and were glad of a free English lesson.

I, of course, had no objection to a bunch of lissom teenagers sitting on my lawn, especially as they always brought food.

So they would be asking me questions about computer terminology, stock-markets and jet propulsion and I would be thinking about licking mangos and sticky rice off of their supple bodies.