Noice isn't he? Now he's what I call heavy duty therapy.
Jayne, he has a drop of water on his jaw, you might like to come over and use that whole towell to wipe it off. I'll just stand and watch.
Kath, would you like to give a review of a good melting chocolate? I wouldn't want to drip any nasty compound stuff on him.
Andrew, you may look but not touch, the girls and I don't like fingerprints on our sweets.
Mmmmm. That's all. It's too hot for anything else.
Fingerprints would be the least of your worries.
Antikva, I'm a sharer if nothing else and this is a wet dream to share.
River, look at him, he's just out of a cooling shower, so refreshing.
Andrew, at your age and in this heat, you'd never make it but you'd go out with a smile on your dial.
Oooh, humina humina... this one I like. Very much.
Lindt, Ms Copper, LINDT. It melts oh-so-quickly so you'd have to get ready to lick various bits clean straight away.
Oh dear, I can't believe I just wrote that!
Jayne, a woman of impeccable taste as always. Together we should be able to beat Andrew to the goodies.
Kath, you can't believe you just wrote that, bwahahahaha, after what you usually write and of course, you're on the ball, Lindt. Silly me for even thinking there might be anything better to cover this soft centre.
Sweets for the sweet hey.
... oooooh he's in a locker room.
Lock me in Eddie.
Therese, you've had your quota of luscious men all in one bloke. Some women can pick 'em.
Stacks, locker rooms have no soft beds, we'll drag him off to the nearest velvet lined room.
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