The Hidden Grotto

[Bennie]

You might well laugh, but the Photoshopper has been to the Grotto!

StuPitt punished her with that speed stick? How? By the Ho having to ask, "Is it in yet?"

I don't expect loons to make much sense, but this picture is truly puzzling. Is that supposed to be spittnho in the chair together? If so, what the heck is sPitt doing walking up on them? is the ho getting it on with another guy (not sure that the guy in the chair is sPitt), and sPitt's walking up for a piece of the action? Is he having an out of body experience? Dead? what the heck is going on in this picture? And geez, if he is having an out of body experience, he should reimagine the size of his punishing speedstick.

At first glance, I thought that person in the chair was a child. How scary are the loons when you honestly have to look twice instead of immediately dismissing the possibility?

Oh man, you are right. Remember the nekkid pix of Pax?

Never saw those, thank God. Those poor kids.

[Guest]

This is James H in the chair, and tiny Stupitt is joining in for a 3some.

[Guest]

I copy pasted this from a site called

http://brangelinadreams.blogspot.com/

Has to be my new favorite GIF!

[Guest]

This is James H in the chair, and tiny Stupitt is joining in for a 3some.

On the other hand, that could be Lefsetz.

[over here angie fan]

Angelina cried out as she felt herself shudder and climax as Brad nibbled at the sensitive pink folds that concealed her entrance. Brad grinned as she tugged at his hair, trying to pull him up so they were face-to-face. Sliding his hands up her smooth back, he licked and kissed her lips and began to kiss every inch of her body, including the slight scar that marred the lower portion of her belly. She was so beautiful and Brad loved her more than she would ever know. He had been sleeping when he heard her moan in her sleep. He had turned to wake her when he realized his sexy lady love was having one of those hot and wet fantasies. As if that weren’t wonderful enough, he had heard her yell out the name “Achilles” and what better way to reprise his former role than like this? Deciding to mess things up a bit, Brad pretended that she was “Olympias,” mother of Alexander and also an indirect descendant of Achilles according to myth. So, while she had been sleeping, Brad proceeded to make love with her with his hands and mouth. But now it was time to use another tool. His rock-hard *****. Before she could say anything, Brad flipped Angelina onto her stomach and got up on his knees behind her. Pulling her hips back towards his erection, Brad inserted the tip of himself inside her and then thrust all the way in. Angelina cried out at the sharp and full sensation, but soon her cries became moans of pleasure as Brad grabbed hold of her hips and began to ram himself in and out of her at a steady pace. She grabbed onto the bedposts for support as Brad began to increase the length of his pace and thrusts, punishing her with his speed stick. She muffled her scream into the pillow, not wanting to wake anybody up. After a few minutes of building up the pinnacle of their sexual flight, Brad and Angelina climaxed together in a hot and beautiful mess. A few seconds later, it was Angelina’s turn to be the dominant one. Angelina watched as she lowered herself unto the Bradley pony, watching his **** disappear seemingly forever inside her. Bracing her palms on his chest for support, Angelina began to grind as Brad played with her big breasts. She was the hottest MILF he had ever seen. Soon after riding him for what seemed to be eternity, Angelina climaxed, unable to stop from screaming her powerful and intense ****** into his face. Brad kissed her as she fell forward in a disheveled heap. He came soon after, for nice guys always finish last. After a few minutes of snuggling and some pillow talk, the lovers soon fell asleep once more, with their limbs entangled and melding into one another’s, just like their love. The End

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[JuJuBee]

Brad gazed tenderly into Angie’s soft eyes as he hugged her close on the bearskin rug before the romantic, cozy fire. He pondered how best to hit it: Should he go with his trusty Speed Stick deodorant? He hadn’t yet tried Power Unscented on his bad girl. And there was always her favorite, Lady Speed Stick. No, he vowed silently, this time I will take the plunge myself. Brad whispered softly in his Angie's delicate shell-pink ear, “My Little Pony is ready, honey.” He bit back a hiss as he plunged into her nectared cave of delight, the sensation like battery acid eating away at him. Angie stirred from her vegetable torpor and asked, “Is it in yet, dearest heart?” when suddenly she started screaming like a banshee and flopping around on the rug. Brad hung on for dear life, feeling himself go ice-cold from the waist down. Uh oh. Numb nuts and getting tossed like a bronco-rider meant Lefsetz was joining the party. He would be lucky to escape this sensual encounter with his little pony intact. But that was what he loved about his wild, unpredictable Angie. Her inner demons guaranteed life was never boring or dull.

[Bucephalus]

Brad gazed tenderly into Angie’s soft eyes as he hugged her close on the bearskin rug before the romantic, cozy fire. He pondered how best to hit it: Should he go with his trusty Speed Stick deodorant? He hadn’t yet tried Power Unscented on his bad girl. And there was always her favorite, Lady Speed Stick. No, he vowed silently, this time I will take the plunge myself. Brad whispered softly in his Angie's delicate shell-pink ear, “My Little Pony is ready, honey.” He bit back a hiss as he plunged into her nectared cave of delight, the sensation like battery acid eating away at him. Angie stirred from her vegetable torpor and asked, “Is it in yet, dearest heart?” when suddenly she started screaming like a banshee and flopping around on the rug. Brad hung on for dear life, feeling himself go ice-cold from the waist down. Uh oh. Numb nuts and getting tossed like a bronco-rider meant Lefsetz was joining the party. He would be lucky to escape this sensual encounter with his little pony intact. But that was what he loved about his wild, unpredictable Angie. Her inner demons guaranteed life was never boring or dull.

[Guest]

That wasn't passionate waves of ecstasy from her inner demons.......that was laughter convulsions. Ony an idiot like Pitt wouldn't know the difference. That teeny weeny had his wife cracking up for years while he crooned....that's it baby, on yeah, you like that all righty and she howled loud, choking back the tears and giggles, while her body heaved internally in a huge belly laugh, oh yeah baby.

[Guest]

Brad gazed tenderly into Angie’s soft eyes as he hugged her close on the bearskin rug before the romantic, cozy fire. He pondered how best to hit it: Should he go with his trusty Speed Stick deodorant? He hadn’t yet tried Power Unscented on his bad girl. And there was always her favorite, Lady Speed Stick. No, he vowed silently, this time I will take the plunge myself. Brad whispered softly in his Angie's delicate shell-pink ear, “My Little Pony is ready, honey.” He bit back a hiss as he plunged into her nectared cave of delight, the sensation like battery acid eating away at him. Angie stirred from her vegetable torpor and asked, “Is it in yet, dearest heart?” when suddenly she started screaming like a banshee and flopping around on the rug. Brad hung on for dear life, feeling himself go ice-cold from the waist down. Uh oh. Numb nuts and getting tossed like a bronco-rider meant Lefsetz was joining the party. He would be lucky to escape this sensual encounter with his little pony intact. But that was what he loved about his wild, unpredictable Angie. Her inner demons guaranteed life was never boring or dull.

Classic!

[Just Wonderin']

Brad gazed into Angie’s soft focus and hugely dilated eyes as he moved closer to her on the bearskin rug before the fire. He pondered how best to do it: Should he go with his trusty body odor to knock her out so he could say they had sex when they didn't ? It had always worked before, but those new cameraangles caused a complication. "No," he vowed silently, "this time I will lead her into a coma another way. He hid a fentanyl patch in his left hand as he rubbed her bony back. Suddenly he was violently thrown back by a bucking action and a hiss as he neared her mouth. The sensation was like battery acid eating away at him. "Damn her anorexia" he said to himself as he breathed in her sulphorous breath. "Another trip to the dentist. That breath had ruined several sets of porcelaine caps already. Brad whispered softly in his Angie's surgically pinned back ear, “My Little Pony is ready to buck, Jen.” Angie stirred from her substance induced torpor and asked, “Is it in yet, Tiny?” Then suddenly she started screaming like a banshee and flopping around on the rug. Her claws gouged his back, face, and haunches. Brad hung on for dear life, feeling himself go ice-cold from the waist down. Uh oh. Numb nuts and getting tossed like a bronco-rider meant only one thing - Lefsetz was taking over the party. Brad knew he would be lucky to escape this encounter with his little pony still attached. Lefsetz could always sense danger and that slip of Jen's name stirred Lefsetz instincts. Foiled again by the one personality Angie had that was good at self preservation. "This is what living in hell is like," Brad thought bitterly as he tried to survive this latest encounter. "Just not worth the potty play."

[Bennie]

OMG, this thread is pure gold.

[JuJuBee]

Uh oh...can you imagine the hot water Brad gets into when he moans Jen's name while enduring coitus with Baccala's salty cod? Lefsetz ain't the half of it. Maybe that's why codface is so nasty about the ex-wife, she keeps hearing that name at the most inopportune moments. Special Envoy that, Baccala.

[Guest]

Bumping some Loon fanfic...

[madame]

that was 'cold turkey' withdrawal .....

[Guest]

Brad was at home. On the couch. Alone. Peace and quiet at last. The door burst open. Loon lumbered into sight. Its squeals were loud. Brad ran away. He ran very fast.