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MOTHER OF THE YEAR
MOTHER OF THE YEAR A few weeks ago, Mermaid and I ran away for the weekend. We went to Charlottesville, VA and visited a number of wineries. It was a fantastic time. Beautiful scenery, mostly good some great wine, the best company pure relaxation. The fact that I there guaranteed something out of the ordinary had to occurred to me, be seen by me, or overheard by me. Saturday was very hot. After visiting and tasting at 6 wineries we were tired. The last place we visited was located in a wooded glen. The shade was just what we needed. The winery had a huge front porch with Adirondack chairs with overstuffed cushions. Nirvana it would seem. We purchased some cheese, bread, and a flight of wines to sample. Settling in on the porch, we began to cool off and enjoy a quiet moment. Just then the serenity was broken, nay shattered by a gaggle of 40 something women on a girls weekend. Obviously fueled by a day of tasting themselves. They occupied a spot in the porch as well. Each carried a flight of wine to taste. The ring leader began to read from the tasting sheet. She was not quiet. The people seated across the parking lot in the wooded picnic area turned to see what was happening. “It says you should taste a bit of raspberry, chocolate and smoke. It should finish with a mocha flourish.” Another chimed in: “I don't taste that, I taste strawberry” she was tasting a wine from another flight that had different wines included.. This went on for a few minutes. The conversation turned to childbirth, husbands (current and future) and . The ringleader, who would qualify as a Milf in most books started talking about her 13 year old . The conversation went on quieter than before. Until she said, “My wants her own rabbit” and she wasn't talking about the furry cute kind. A collective gasp went up from the others in the group. Then she said, “I love mine. I am going to buy her one of her own. It is part of life.” The others were strangely silent. “Y'all need to lighten up, so when does that ladies night start?” she added to break the silence. Until Next Time I am as always Happy to Find My Own Entertainment XO and ^5 MJ PS She gets my vote for Mother of the Year |
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I'm with you...perhaps she'll learn that orgasms are a natural, wonderful, incredible gift of life. Why is it we teach our children everything else but how to savor one of life's sweetest gifts. I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn
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Gotta love a half drunk southern woman!
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hum I gave my eldest a book on mens health and it inluded a large section about sex and women.. including techniques on how to be a all nighter, ya know how to train yourself to last longer Im with impie pixie on this.
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Sigh... But that's why I prefer to travel with guys... Only universal or also in Scotland Where to start my day or is it month Of course I39ll change I39ll do whatever you like Heatseeking missiles Squirter's life
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I'm all for anything that helps a woman feel good, but a 13 year-old is a child, not a woman. That's pretty fucked up. My son is a horny little bugger. I didn't want to believe it, but at age 16, it became obvious he was obsessed with sex and female body parts. I sat him down and had a conversation with him about masturbation, how it was normal and healthy, and MOST OF ALL, a safe way of discharging sexual energy without risking an STD or unwanted pregnancy. He really, really, really hated talking to his mom about it, but I think the conversation went pretty well, and I didn't have to offer to buy him an inflatable doll.
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Thanks for the welcome back I LOVE the conversations one can overhear in public......oh my!
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