Circa 1955.

The second thing I noticed about this clip was the look of dismay on the bottom's face. I recognize it not as the look of discomfort or pain, but total dismay that this huge fantastic top is about to pull completely out of me instead of continuing to pound the living hell out of my throbbing, and leaking cunt. I know, it makes me want to cry too... that I'm not that bottom!!!

So does your wife know your faggot?

Yeah, we met at a party in college when I was in the bedroom in a 69 with my buddy, and she and his girlfriend walked in on us and they got into a 69 on the side of us in the bed. Two old queers growing old together.

WTF???

This has really turned into a crap site. I have to “X” out a minimum of 5 posts to find what I subscribe to or what I like. WTF???

Yes ma'am, for an awful lot of years now as well.

Guessing 90% or more of my high school sleepovers had me on my back like this lucky young man!!! Woof!!!

Gorgeous!!!

I need a reblog from all trans lovers

That's exactly right. In the 50's it was all foundation and all silk and felt like a second skin on a young boy's body. Yummy!

Reblog and pm sissy lovers 💄💄

I learned about thongs and g-strings in the early 80's in the Caribbean, well before they became common in the US. Thongs became my go to underwear until more sissylike g-strings became more common. In the mid-80's I had a back injury and my orthopedic surgeon (who also happened to be a golfing friend from college days) had me x-rayed in his clinic, and it was then that I realized I had fucked up and worn a thong that day as was customary for me. I really had not intended to expose that thong to my doctor, but after the x-rays and while waiting for him to examine me, covered only with my thong and the little exam gown they make you wear, I got excited over the prospect that he would see my bare ass along with the thin fabric that barely covered my now totally erect cock. My modesty melted away and I was so fucking excited when he had me stand in front of him with my bare ass in his face that I almost exploded. He very professionally explained to me and guided his hands to where my Lumbar disc L4/5 was located, gently massaging my hips as he discussed the issue. He removed the gown from me and had me stand facing him in only my thong with my rock hard cock stretching that poor little thong no more than a foot from his face. He had me walk back a couple steps, all the while staring at my hard cock, then had me turn around so he could check my posture while taking slow steps away from him. I so wanted him to come rip off that thong and bend me over and drive his shaft into my throbbing and needy ass, after putting me on my knees to suck his dick hard and wet to get him ready. But no. He told me to get dressed and he gave me a referral to a physical therapist so I could begin PT for my ailing back. At least the therapist appreciated my thongs more and I looked forward to every visit to see him and his gorgeous cock for the next 4 months.

Why not?

Pretty sure my wife and I had this conversation on our second date, about a year and a half before we got married, and we didn't limit the open dating to men or women, just "whoever." Two queers making it together for 54 years this month!