bonj2 said:
Yer half an hour behind me mate!!

Get with it.

bonj2 said:
Rigid Raider said:You mean to tell me that you've NEVER chanced across your GF's or your wife's frillies and picked them up for a fondle and a sniff while gazing dreamily into the middle-distance?
You are either hypocrites or choirboys.
Rigid Raider said:You mean to tell me that you've NEVER chanced across your GF's or your wife's frillies and picked them up for a fondle and a sniff while gazing dreamily into the middle-distance?
You are either hypocrites or choirboys.
Without making any admissions RR, I am tempted to point out that the above described activity, whichever side of normal it actually lies, does not involve breaking into people's houses. Or having nylon hair. Or a face only a mother could love. Still less being a mayor of anywhere.Rigid Raider said:You mean to tell me that you've NEVER chanced across your GF's or your wife's frillies and picked them up for a fondle and a sniff while gazing dreamily into the middle-distance?
You are either hypocrites or choirboys.
Without making any admissions RR, I am tempted to point out that the above described activity, whichever side of normal it actually lies, does not involve breaking into people's houses. Or having nylon hair. Or a face only a mother could love. Still less being a mayor of anywhere.Rigid Raider said:You mean to tell me that you've NEVER chanced across your GF's or your wife's frillies and picked them up for a fondle and a sniff while gazing dreamily into the middle-distance?
You are either hypocrites or choirboys.
Cubist said:Without making any admissions RR, I am tempted to point out that the above described activity, whichever side of normal it actually lies, does not involve breaking into people's houses. Or having nylon hair. Or a face only a mother could love. Still less being a mayor of anywhere.![]()
Rigid Raider said:Some years ago I was riding part of the Mary Towneley Loop when I came down past a row of weavers' cottages. Lolling in the doorway of the first was the bonniest young brunette I'd set my eyes on in years and hanging on the washing line right in front of her was a row of the sauciest bras and knickers in primrose yellow, flapping in the gentle early summer breeze. It was a warm sunny day, the sap was flowing, she looked gorgeous and sexually fulfilled and the bridleway ran within a couple of feet of her washing..... you couldn't have set a nicer scene if you'd tried. It was such a temptation to reach out and snatch a trophy as I passed but of course I didn't, it would have spoiled her day so I just bid her a cheerful good morning and rode on, groaning inwardly at some other bloke's good luck. I'll never forget that brief moment of temptation.
Wigsie said:...snatching some off the washing line of a strangers is a little different mr Panty Raider![]()
Rigid Raider said:I'll never forget that brief moment of temptation.
Rhythm Thief said:I would never sniff my girlfriend's knickers, it would spoil the enjoyment I get from masturbating into her knicker drawer.