Click the picture for a hot gallery of a teen with giant breasts wiping whipcream on them!
First off, thanks to the two of you who signed up for dropbox… I still need a few more!!! Just remember that you need to install the application as well, or we don’t get the credit
Anyways, today’s XXX gallery features giant boobs. Giant, natural, teen boobs. And yes, she drew happy faces on them out of whipcream….
Anyways…. Grouchy grouch….. Last night, I was dreaming that a portion of my extended family had gathered at my uncle’s place for dinner. My uncle and his wife live in a three-bedroom, two-storey house, so there’s space for people to spread out some. I was in my uncle’s music room – he’s a big-time classical music and opera aficionado, so one room is decked out with two tall pillar speakers and bits of acoustic foam in the corners of the ceiling, and there’s a groove in the middle of the couch at the spot where all the sound is essentially aimed, he sits and enjoys his collection in that spot. Anyway, in my dream, I was in that room, except there was a TV in the corner, and the pillar speakers were gone – the room was set up the way it had been when my grandparents had lived in the house. I was trying to have a conversation with someone, and someone else was trying to watch TV, and kept turning the TV volume up higher, drowning out both my voice and the voice of my conversational partner. It was pretty frustrating, but what made the frustration level mount exponentially was the fact that whoever was controlling the TV was blasting out a weather forecast. I was rapidly moving from frustrated to infuriated. It’s a freaking weather forecast! How is this important? And then I realized that the weather forecast was actually on the radio, not TV, and it was my alarm clock waking me up for the day. So I woke up feeling all ticked and grouchy. Thankfully, the mood didn’t last, and I was feeling more normal and less snarly within fifteen minutes. Still, not a great way to start a day. Stupid alarm clock. Stupid dreams…