We had a lovely lunch with John & his lovely wife & Johns newly grown up son & wandered off just after 2.00 to let him have a nap before he strapped on his 777 & disappeared into what passes for a sunset today. So we had an afternoon to kill.. I suggested to herself that we go take a look at this, & much to my surprise she agreed.
Well, God knows that I pride myself on being a fairly worldly wise sort of an individual & curiosity has led me to some strange & wonderful places on the net, but this lot.... I think we were probably nearly the oldest there apart from a rather elderly couple at the bondage & discipline stand. He looked tired & she was dishing out strokes with a cat of about 200 tails to anyone that cared to step up & assume the position. (No I didn't) This beast was about the size of your average wet mop head & took this old girl both hands to swing it. But swing it she could. It landing with a "Whommmpppp" that sounded like a wet telephone book hitting a brick wall at about 80 km/h. Anyway, I digress. I thought the male & female genitalia where relatively straight forward to operate, but damn there is a lot of gear out there to stimulate & tittilate. I nudged herself & pointed to one rather large black implement & muttered as sotto voce as the loud raunchy music would allow, "That would be guaranteed to get your undivided attention. She looked it up & down , muttered ,"Yep" & kept on walking.
I can now say that I have seen a blow up doll. If my only chance of a date was a bird that looked like one of those, I think I would take a vow of celibacy. I mean really.. 3 foot tall with a permanently surprised look on a face with permanently pursed lips, no hands & no feet. Mrs Palmer & her five daughters would have to be a better option.
I am very proud of herself. She took it all in her stride. The jelly wrestling, the permanently screening blue movies, the strip shows, the young lasses wandering round in just barely enough to stay decent.. and that was just the visitors.. She even, bless her, nudged me on several occasions to point out particularly interesting ones that she thought I had missed. She wouldn't let me buy her any red velvet corsets, or plastic nurses outfits though.
But what really got me, was that in one corner of all this lewdity, sinfullness, pornography, & general celebration of human sexuality, huddled together, for mutual protection I guess, was a group of stalls advertising clairevoyancy readings, tarot cards & aura photography.. I mean really.. What are they gonna tell you ? I saw you coming..? Which reminds me of a very old & sad joke. Why do Gypsys have crystal balls ? So you can see them coming.. Later Possums
Well, God knows that I pride myself on being a fairly worldly wise sort of an individual & curiosity has led me to some strange & wonderful places on the net, but this lot.... I think we were probably nearly the oldest there apart from a rather elderly couple at the bondage & discipline stand. He looked tired & she was dishing out strokes with a cat of about 200 tails to anyone that cared to step up & assume the position. (No I didn't) This beast was about the size of your average wet mop head & took this old girl both hands to swing it. But swing it she could. It landing with a "Whommmpppp" that sounded like a wet telephone book hitting a brick wall at about 80 km/h. Anyway, I digress. I thought the male & female genitalia where relatively straight forward to operate, but damn there is a lot of gear out there to stimulate & tittilate. I nudged herself & pointed to one rather large black implement & muttered as sotto voce as the loud raunchy music would allow, "That would be guaranteed to get your undivided attention. She looked it up & down , muttered ,"Yep" & kept on walking.
I can now say that I have seen a blow up doll. If my only chance of a date was a bird that looked like one of those, I think I would take a vow of celibacy. I mean really.. 3 foot tall with a permanently surprised look on a face with permanently pursed lips, no hands & no feet. Mrs Palmer & her five daughters would have to be a better option.
I am very proud of herself. She took it all in her stride. The jelly wrestling, the permanently screening blue movies, the strip shows, the young lasses wandering round in just barely enough to stay decent.. and that was just the visitors.. She even, bless her, nudged me on several occasions to point out particularly interesting ones that she thought I had missed. She wouldn't let me buy her any red velvet corsets, or plastic nurses outfits though.
But what really got me, was that in one corner of all this lewdity, sinfullness, pornography, & general celebration of human sexuality, huddled together, for mutual protection I guess, was a group of stalls advertising clairevoyancy readings, tarot cards & aura photography.. I mean really.. What are they gonna tell you ? I saw you coming..? Which reminds me of a very old & sad joke. Why do Gypsys have crystal balls ? So you can see them coming.. Later Possums
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