They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a m...le for a Camel", or "de plane, Boss, de plane..."They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.Mc Donald's never came in Styrofoam containers.They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.Do you feel old yet? Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list. Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have trouble. "I, er" I'll help. Will that make it easier Misty" Chris asks."Yes, I think so"Chris kneels down and gently lifts Misty's knees, slipping her feet out of the pajama bottoms one at a time. She is careful to move her feet apart as she removes the foot from the satin fabric separating Misty's thighs. Misty sighs and her top slips open a bit. "Take it off for us. Show us your big titties" Chris encourages. Misty shrugs her shoulders and the satin blouse falls off her shoulders exposing her large. Mere pados main ek ladki raha kerti thi pahle kisi time per dikhne main ek dum sunder uska figure tha 28 34 36 or rang ek dum gora ………jab bhi main use dekha kerta tha mera lund khada ho jaya kerta tha…….us din vo bhi mere loan main he baithe hue thi …….to maine usse poocha ki tum kya kerti ho……..to usne bataya ki vo kisi mnc main work kerti hai……or uski abhi night shift chal rahi hai………phir usne mujhse poocha ki aap kya kerte ho to maine apne bare main bata diya ki mujhe ghoomna pasand hai. Once upon a time it was a bitterly cold New Years Eve and I had gone to a party at a friends house a couple of miles away. At about 2.00 a.m. everybody was leaving and braving the cold and snow to go home.As I was about to leave my friend asked me if I would mind walking back with someone to make sure that he made it home safely.The person concerned was Hugh Macintosh a rather obnoxious fellow who had got well and truly drunk and had been annoying most people there during the party by.