I won’t tell you how old I am, because some of you degenerates probably get off thinking I’m a 19 year-old coed or some bullshit like that. Suffice it to say that I’m in that sweet spot age wise where I’m all about those new technologies, but I can still remember the days when people listened to music on tapes and jerked off to skin mags.
I was too young in 1986 to be jerking it (side note: is “jerking it” a male activity or can anyone partake? I like the way it sounds, so I’m using it even though I don’t have a peen) to skin mags. I was definitely a tween the first time I saw a porno magazine, so the timing isn’t quite right, but I feel like I’ve seen Wendy & Janet before.
Wendy & Janet’s sand covered asses tug at my memory like a handjob that feels kind of okay, but will never get you there. It’s foggy. My memory is foggy.
It’s okay, though, I may be starting to get old and my memory may be starting to feel more like a fine Swiss cheese instead of a sharp cheddar, but my eyesight is still good and I’ve got no problem whatsoever enjoying the mighty fine ass I see in picture number six.
Wow! Seriously, that thing is a work of art. So round. So meaty, yet firm. It’s a healthy ass. Models in the ’80s had that nice healthy look to them. Like every other day they got out in the sun, went for a leisurely jog on the beach, and then ate a steak.
That’s what I call a good health routine!
P.S. I just demolished an Easter chocolate bunny and I’ve got wicked heartburn. There ya go, another clue to my age… Still gets Easter chocolate, but gets heartburn?!
P.P.S. What do you call the position in picture number eight?
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