OK guys where and when?

Yep, here in the western mountains.

I even like them when not jacking.

I like the point in time when I can't tell where my beard stops and her beard starts.

Anybody else in the far West?

I would have had a hand in my pocket.

Back in the late 80's a "crushed ice blow job" was a thing. I never got to experience it. A little hottie lost a bet and still owes me one. But, I haven't seen her in 27 years and she is a granny now, so I don't know if I still want to collect! Ah well, I'd most likely do the old frightened turtle anyhow.

Klaatu Barada Nikto

aPornFan said:
"vitriol in the Trump Right/Alt Right that seems to look at women and people of color as cattle. And they get ANGRY if you suggest otherwise"

You jackass ever heard of Epstein, Weinstein, Clinton? They are the real toxic actors and they are/were all lefties.

About the end of eighth grade Dad handed me a copy of "For Boys Only" and said "read this and don't mess it up I have to return it. After you read it if you have any questions I'll try to answer them." At that point I was unaware that you could make sex boring, it did. But at it was least factual information with plenty of white bread morality. No threats of going blind or burning in hell.

Dad winced the next day when he asked if I had any questions and my reply was why didn't you give me the book 3 years ago? Then he laughed after asking "did you learn anything new? My answer was: "a little more about periods than I wanted to know."

Proposition with caution:

Back in the late 70's some buddies of mine worked residential construction. The contractor was old school and if business was good and everybody worked hard sometimes he would hand out the weekly paychecks at noon on Friday and give the crew the afternoon off, with pay. The younger guys ( age 23 to 33) most of them single, headed to a little restaurant/bar on the edge of town. They would drink beer until dinner time, order food and hang around until they could drive home. One Friday the youngest and shiest of the lot got really drunk. When the waitress, (a middle aged milf with a nice perky rack) came to take the food order she said "OK what would you like" the drunk kid said "I'd like a little pussy."

Without batting and eye the waitress replied "Honey so would I; mine is as big as a bucket. Now do you want some supper or are you just going to keep drinking 'till you puke?" The boy's friends never let him live it down. Ten years later it was retold at his wedding reception. His new father in law did not seem amused.

Hey Jay:
I have had the same problem?

I hope you tipped her.