A light sprinkling of various spices wid be good. As is omelette with chilli peppers... ...and now we have gone full circle back to the start of this thread.
I personally think there is varying degrees of severity of madness in everyone. All part and parcel of possessing a human brain. Something which is always going to be unfathomable. I truly believe that and I mean that most sincerely folks as that Hughie Green used to say. https://www.google.co.uk/?gfe_rd=cr&ei=srg6U7WiB8iA4AS7ioGABA&gws_rd=ssl#q=hughie green I'd temporarily forgotten that he was the father of Paula Yates.
Oddly enough, my first girlfriend at secondary school (ie my first girlfriend) was called Paula. I felt her tits.
First pair of tits I properly got my hands on, meaning she'd actually let me take her bra off and play with them, were a magnificent couple of melons belonging to a girl named Liz. For some reason though, she'd never let me stand and just admire them; I'd keep trying to catch her on the hop, but every time I took a step back to gaze on her majestic mammaries, down would come the jumper, t-shirt or whatever, and those lovely teenage jugs were hidden from view. I nearly got to take her virginity too, but she bottled it at the last minute. Don't think she wanted her first time to happen in a bedroom full of other fumbling couples. Ah, sweet bird of youth, where did you fly off to?
