Rev. Denise, packing up for mission trip, leave tomorrow!
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- Tonight we met at the church to load our bags and supplies on the bus to head off to the airport tomorrow for Costa Rica. We will be repairing an orphanage and school in El Peje.
This has been my fantasy come true, simply read my previous posts on Rev. Denise and you will understand why I am consumed with foolish desire. I have longed to be in the jungle with Denise and the news of sharing a hut with her (and ALAS with the Large Woman and the Bible Thumper!) has gotten me even more excited! I am bound for the Promised Land!
We had some orientation and a devotional by Rev. Denise. As usual, it was inspired! Trust me folks, I am perfectly fine if we discover God is female! Then we went to packing. Denise, the Large Woman and I were assigned to pack the medical supplies. What a complete sterotypical overweight woman she is! She weezed and made a "scritching" sound as her polyester warm-up suit rubbed together between her thighs! She then asked Denise if we would be able to get ice cream in Costa Rica! (Yeah, right! We can plug the freezer into the bananna tree!!!) However, Denise is her most eloquent and diplomatic way assured Large Woman that there would be special treats along the way. My, my....good job, Denise!
Oddly, her husband named Becker (Yes, yes....rhymes with P....r) showed up to "help" after everone was done. He looks like an older version of the Sean Penn's character from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Jeff Spicoli. He had a large scabbed over pimple on the tip of his nose. My gosh! What does Denise see in this guy???? It is a case of opposites attracting OR well.......ladies, use your imagination here!
As Denise was bending over to pick up some items, I noticed the outline of her panties...she was wearing a very classy skirt. Now, these were not a thong, but hardly grandma panties. They were perfect, and obviously held her work-of-art posterior in the best of ways. THEN, as I was drinking in this magnificent sight, she suddenly turned around and caught my eyes looking down! Have mercy! She had caught me checking her out! But........she simply gave me a little smile and resumed her work. Unfortunately, my trance and spell was broken when Becker tripped over the water coolers. What a MEAT he is!
Anyway, my dear LCB friends....I leave tomorrow. I shall return in 9 days. Wish me well.
Peace to you all! My the Casinos bless you!
- Dear Tarzan,
Ah a mission trip it is!!! As you romp through the jungle in your loin cloth, i hope you return with your heart unscathed!!
Impress Jane as you lead the way through the jungle. Perhaps an imaginary tarantula will crawl on her buttocks as you slap it off with Tarzan like heroism. As you cross the threshold of the hut you share, lay a rubber snake in entrance way. Jane will leap into your arms and if it only for a fleeting moment your eyes shall lock.
As your Jane sips from the coconut, bump her arm so it may splash across her bossom, offering to wipe her down with the banana leaf.
The journey will be one never forgotten!! Your LCB family will wait with baited breath upon your return...............
LMAO....I can see it now...'as her dainty yet delicate hand brushed past her face in an attempt to shoo aside one of God's forest inscts, I couldn't help but notice how her lips pursed in mock disappointment, as I stood transfixed by the way her hair flipped and flattered the lines of her face...the whole of her head, bathed by sunlight from the barest hole in the canopy of the Cuban forest....like a halo around her head...like an angel'
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- at December 03, 2009, 13:57:10
LOL Lips.....shall I start?
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- at December 03, 2009, 16:02:06
A rather attractive young woman, tall yet slim of build and what I would assume to be of Nordic origin, with her perky breasts and white blonde hair and clipped accent, addressed those of us in the waiting room that it was time to board our flight. I noticed her remark and bearing because I had forced myself to look at her, lest I be caught staring at the reverend Denise by the others. Rev Denise moved forward and handed in her ticket and I followed behind by a few people, keeping distance yet a sense of proximity at the same time.
As I boarded the plane and turned down the aisle I lost her as I spoke to a stewardess, a sister perhaps of the check-out clerk...perhaps not by birth but by commonality, for her bresats too were perky and her hair like snow kissed by sunlight. I did not not know where my seat was and was asking for directions. I found it simply enough, following along her outstetched arm and imagine my shock as I learned, that by great luck or divine intervention, that I was in the same row...nay, a mere two seats away from my glorious Rev. Denise. So struck was I by this wonderful twist of fate that I didn not notice the cruel twist indeed there was within. Between her and I sat....him! Becker with a P (at least as I spoke his name in my mind). How now to angle myself but one seat closer to her, rather than an entire flight with him between me and what I wished were mine?
Your turn Lips
- ..............As the plane takes flight the the seatbelts are disengaged. Becker rises to the occasion and and heads towards the lavatory. The encrusted pustule upon his beak casts its blocked vision. He stumbles in the aisle, hitting his head as he becomes discombobulated.
I scurry to his aid as he is led back to the window seat. I with my sheepish grin offer him medication that will knock him out cold for the duration of the flight. Alas I sit next to this exquisite beauty. She speaks but i do not hear her words. Her crimson lips captivate me.
She is voluptuously endowed as she turns towards me and graciously thanks me for my attentiveness. I want to drink her in like one of the exilirs packed for our journey. Her delicate hand and crimson nails that match her lips touches mine. Drunk with a hungry passion I drape my masculine hand over hers. She wets her lips with hidden lust that she knows is forbidden.........
So enraptured am I that I don't notice the stewardess...Uma, or Uta or some such, break into my reverie.
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- at December 04, 2009, 01:46:19
"How is your penis?", she asks.
Shocked, I turn to her. "I beg your pardon???"
"Penis. Would you like another packet of penis?"
"Oh, I said", realization dawning on me. "PEANUTS! No, no, I'm fine" I blurt at her as she curtsies and ambles away.
I turn back to my Reverend Denise but the spell has been broken as she has flipped open an inflight manual, reading it with some intent.
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