finnegan

I could be a suicide girl. I have my naked leather pictures. It's true. Some mates and I were camping some years back and I had these big black biker boots that I eventually wore to bits. I was in the habit of sleeping naked in my boots while camping in case I to piss in the night. Well, a sizeable pack of dogs came scavenging for food at dawn. I come charging out of the tent clad as I described, swinging a branch, and leaping the camp fire defending the food. So what does my friend Paul do? Leap to my aid? No, he pokes his camera out of the tent flap to immortalize the event. Putz. I nearly lit my balls on fire. As an extra added joke I still had my morning woody. The best picture has me buck naked, save the boots, a burning branch in hand leaping over the fire at a pack of snarling dogs; a big snarl on my face as well as a big old boner pointed straight at the sky. Of course twenty seconds later the dogs are howling off into the trees, my woody is gone, and I'm scrambling for clothes as everyone comes scurrying out of their tent wondering what the fuck is going on.