Bobby. wrote on Nov 24
th, 2024 at 4:44pm:
Jasin wrote on Nov 24
th, 2024 at 4:42pm:
Am I the only one here that wants to bed Marla?
Nahh - women who smoke pot have insatiable sexual appetites -
they are never satisfied - they always want more and it makes you feel inadequate.
You have not bedded many women, have you Bobby? I have. In my teens, there was a problem when I tried to help a young lady get off her heroin addiction. She was in a bad way. I counselled her, kept her company, kept her house tidy, made sure that it did not seem like a junkie lived where she did.
After about 3 weeks, this young 16 y.o. realised that I found her redeemable. She loved having me around. The girl swore off heroin, with the help of a 10-pack of Coca Cola. After going cold turkey for a few months (including her typical sobriety during the winter months), she managed to say her goodbye to her dealer that had been wondering where his customer had been. Then the girl did the rest of her high schooling, making reasonably good grades.
I got myself a job at the end of high school. Then I basically lost contact with the girl, as she wanted to concentrate on her studies and work her cash register job. She graduated high school as a mature age student. But, that is okay, since she was now a lot better.
She tracked me down about 10 years after I last saw her. She was absolutely stunning. And she had also dyed her hair blonde. Let us just say that a movie date, followed by her shout of coffee, had ended up with me around at her new place. I did so little movement in the bedroom that this young lady wanted to make sure that I stayed the night.
By morning, I got up and got dressed. I was going to make myself a green tea before I left. But, she insisted that I leave as soon as possible. I rinsed my face and started getting my chewing gum out to counter my morning breath. That is when I heard the car door close, and the sound of some guy approach the front door. I had to think quick. I placed an empty can of cola on the coffee table, and placed the lounge cushions in such a way that it looked like I spent the night sleeping on the lounge.
With some cool-as-you-can-get talking, her 'boyfriend' was satisfied that I was an old acquaintaince with a credible background. What I found out was that the boyfriend was also a constable in the Rockhampton Police Service. Over the next few weeks, this officer had casually harassed me out at the shopping centre. I pretended to be an undercover agent for a bit, to give the impression that the officer was under investigation. But, I had to rely on my friend who was ranking superior officer in the police service to smooth things over.
I'm reasonably certain that if you do Marla right, she is capable of ripping your schlong off in an Earth-shattering orgasm.
So you were grooming a 16 yr old with the excuse you were getting her off her addiction?