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August 23, 2009
Kids have it so much easier these days. When I was a kid, if we wanted porn, we had to sneak into our parentsí closets when they were at key parties and hope to unearth a rumpled back issue or two of Hustler from underneath our dadís Florsheims and our momís Earth shoes. We were thrilled with whatever we could get our wet little hands on. Grateful for any glimpse of pubic afros, challenged by Match the Snatch, bewildered by Beaver Hunt. We werenít spoiled with double-fisting, champagne-bottle penetration, and no way was anyone availing himself of a rimming chair.