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Those are luscious-looking legs. The rest is kinda luscious-looking also.

Until I saw this video clip I didn't consider Nick Jonas for this gallery. http://logoonline.mtvnimages.com/uri/mgid:file:http:shared:s3.amazonaws.com/articles.newnownext.com-production/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/nick-1579271055-1579271057.gif

I didn't notice anything "tiny." :D

Your post highlights some intense inner conflicts. You may garner greater benefit from discussing your desires with an emotions specialist rather than an open forum.

I can certainly understand your frustration after 14 months, but it's the massive headaches that are of concern. You may want to return to the provider of your lenses for a testing to be sure the lenses you were given are the correct ones for you. I don't mean to be a nag, but your lenses should not be giving you massive headaches.

Regrettably, technology has become the master and we its servants. It probably would be best for you to accept wearing your glasses and go with texting when seeking providers. As to progressives, I too had some difficulty until a co-worker told me that I must keep them on constantly until my eyes were trained where to look. For me that was the key. In a relatively short time I became totally oriented to my progressive lenses and would not hesitate to recommend progressives to others.

Fifth time is the charm.

My eyes bugged at first sight. I didn't realize the protrusion between the legs of the one kneeling is actually the right foot of the one standing.

My taste is very similar. I'm immediately taken by thick, shapely legs: calves thick at the ankles, tapering thicker at mid-calves, then tapering in slightly at the knees, then tapering out to thick mid-thighs with pronounced leg biceps at the rear of the thighs, then tapering in again to a tight butt (if Asian, even better).

Beach "bums."

I'm calling dibs for the fantasy on the right.

This gentleman inspires me to really "get into the swim of things."

I'm stunned. I was never aware of the broken dick condition. I never realized it was possible.

My best chance would be with Tom who said "I'm here to drink."

Yes. In the late1970's I had settled on a regular who fulfilled me like none other since. Suddenly, he was not answering his phone. Shortly thereafter his phone was taken out of service. I presumed he had abruptly left the business. It was from another escort that I learned the previous escort had been murdered.

Paranoia here. I'm not feeling "safe" anywhere anymore. I'm not fantasizing a Kumbaya society, but a healthy dose of neutral civility would be nice.

More power to him, but he's wringing the last drop from "27."

I have much empathy for you all. As I become less and less young, the fear of falling stays top-of-mind.

It figures...the pictures look a lot more "Viagra" than "Tylenol."