Ligger nerbäddad i sängen och snörvlar och tittar på Efter 10 med Malou.
Dagens program handlar om Bloggande och de negativa effekterna.
Förtal, elakheter, mobbing, kränkningar osv
(hemskt att det finns sånt…)
Jag kan verkligen inte förstå hur man kan gå in på andras bloggar och skriva elaka saker!!!!
Är väl bara att ge F*N att gå in och kolla om man stör sig!!!
Dom bloggarna som jag går in på är för att få inspiration eller för att deras blogg på något annat sätt tilltalar mig.
Dock sträcker sig Yttrande friheten väldigt långt och Polisen måste misstänka Grovt Förtal för att kunna spåra upp varifrån insändarn kommer och göra något åt saken. Bäst vore om de olika Blogg Portalerna (och givetvis gemeneman) tog större ansvar och stänger av de bloggare som skriver allt för elaka inlägg och att alla kommentarer borde gå igenom något slags filter och inte publiceras om det står elakheter…
Nä, jag kan verkligen inte förstå vad det är för typ av människor som gör sådana elakheter!!!
Jag hoppas bara att dom som får eleka kommentarer bara skrattar åt dom
och inte tar åt sig!!
Blää….för att vara sjuk!
Har blivit det två gånger nu under ganska kort tid….hmm….not good!!!
Får nog börja äta Multivitamin igen för att försäkra mig att jag får i mig tillträckligt med vitaminer.
Blir till att ta det superlugnt idag med…BORING!!
Har förvisso en ”gjuttavla” som står och väntar. Tänkte göra varsitt tassavtryck av hundarna på den.
GUlligt va=)
Snörvel på er…..
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“Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man, and only then will you, come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants. porno dla dzieci His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.
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Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
“Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.” Daddy gave me a look implying his shoes are needed to be removed. “Can I take off your loafers, daddy ?” I asked so quietly. He looked at me and nodded. I took off both his loafers and put them away neatly in front of me. Daddy then raised his right leg and stepped on my forehead, pushing me down into his loafers. It is a mixed smell with sweat, testosterone, and leather. I couldn’t help but take a big whiff every time I breathed. “Hands-on the floor” he commanded. He moved his feet from my head to my hands. “Kiss them and make the stink goes away using only your fag tongue.” “Yes sir.”
“I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.” “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.
He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more. “I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.”
I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. “That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.”
The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”
“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.
“What are ya now, by the way?”
“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
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“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.”
“My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”
“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
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