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Now this is a hilarious thing to watch! The budget is so cheap that Robin’s costume is one of those one piece Halloween costumes that tie in the back that you can find at dollar stores and the Penguin’s actor has to wear an obviously fake nose that doesn’t even match his skin tone and you can literally see the string holding it in place!
Here is a pic of the cast other than the Penguin. Notice how cheap Robin’s outfit looks?
And here is the Penguin and his obviously fake nose! You will need to zoom in a bit to see the string but trust me when I say you can clearly see it during the movie.
And this an image where you can see one of the strings that held the Robin costume up. Also the Batman actor was obviously having trouble untying the thing that during the movie you can see him starting to make his way up Robin’s back to untie his costume and then it just suddenly jumps to Robin’s costume being half off.
You can watch this movie on a few different adult streaming sites. I recommend this movie even if it was cheaply made and some of the acting is bad since the sex scenes were pretty hot.
These are some images that I found that I feel show the contrast between my concept of "man" and "manwife".
I love how they show the dynamic between the two of them in each pair of photos.
The manwife is to look beautiful and seductive, be nurturing, treat the man like a King, be totally sexually available and hungry for him, perhaps also keep the home beautiful, and of course love him. If there are kids, the manwife is to also focus on the kids.
The man is to protect, to provide, and to cherish the manwife. Make the manwife feel like a Queen, Prince, or Princess-whichever feels most right for them.
Would love to be the manwife for the man who "gets" this.
since i`m not sleeping well, i got up in the middle of the night for a little while. when i checked my phone, this article was at the top of the list. i`ll let the link speak for itself!! with love from Wes!! Hugs!!!
p.s. i had to hightlight the link, right click on it, and select open in new tab, before it would open for me. clicking on it didn`t open it, at least for me anyway!!
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I was sleeping when he came in...i heard the cell door slam and then felt his hand grab the back of my neck ...he rolled me over ...start sucking my dick right away ...he pulled his pants down and he had about 12 in f****** huge black horse cock he f***** me so good for about an hour and a half and I came twice he told me he likes it a white boys
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User esuom_y_nona wants to ask:
Back in high school, when I was masturbating to gay porn all the time, I somehow still saw myself as straight. (How? It was the 1990's.) Developed a crush on a girl, dated another girl for a few months, enjoyed kissing her, then she dumped me to get back with her ex, and I was heartbroken. Then in college I met another woman, who I repeatedly dated and broke up with over a period of years as I went through a very prolonged process of coming out to myself.
The college girlfriend is happily married to another man. She and I are on good terms. I even went to her wedding, and every year she sends me a Christmas card with pictures of her husband and kids.
The relationship itself was not really that bad. I mostly feel regret at the time wasted by repressing my feelings and not being out to myself.
What about you guys?
This is an artist's rendition of NASA's Cassini spacecraft before it burned up in the atmosphere of Saturn.
There is marvel in the universe. There are great spaces to cross. There are vast unknowns to explore. There are wonders to both humble and elevate us.
Earlier today, rioters violently stormed the US Capitol and interrupted the counting of the Electoral College, a procedural vote with a predetermined outcome. The rioting only forestalled the count. How small.
How big, magnificent, and uplifting we should be.
It was a different summer
It was a different year
Upside down, weird, nothing like it was
It was a different summer.
These lines are taken from a song by the German band Silbermond. I hear this song often. Almost every day, we stream the morning show of the radio station that was part of our everyday life when we lived in Germany. It's 2 p. m. here when the show begins at 5 a. m. local time. Time announcements and weather reports lead to occasional confusion even after months. It is bizarre to hear black ice warnings while sitting on the terrace in the shade when the temperature is 33 °C/91.4 °F.
I would like to go into the lines of the song a little. Well, for us, it was not summer, but autumn and winter. But yes, it was a different year. Upside down - I like to joke that it is impossible to live in the southern hemisphere without gravity boots. "Weird, nothing like it was" I only feel this way in a limited way. Is it because we take advantage of new situations reasonably quickly or because we wanted to make specific changes in our lives anyway? I consider both to be valid.
In 14 days, it will be one year since Pat called us and said that he needed a few more days off because he had to help his family with their evacuation. It doesn't feel like a year. At that time, it was not clear that the houses of Pat's parents and his sister would fall victim to the bushfires.
Much has happened since then. In January, you had a little insight into our emotions and thoughts. I wrote about how we didn't know whether to fly to Australia while hosting guests in our house there. Out of a feeling, we left at short notice. Nevertheless, it was difficult for us to shake off the thoughts until our arrival that our presence could be understood as a disturbance or as a wrong signal. By that time, we only knew Patrick closer. We had only had a few phone calls with his relatives before. Looking back, we had been overthinking in advance. Our presence was seen as a positive change and even more as a sign of being welcomed.
When the families set off for their new property in February, no one knew that months would pass before seeing each other again. Neither could we anticipate that we would not be spending time in Germany in May as planned. It was our goal to decelerate our own busy life. We had not expected an emergency stop. Frankly, we hadn't realised that Queensland's government had declared a public health emergency on January 29, the day after the first Covid-19 case was confirmed in Queensland.
On March 25, Queensland closed its interstate borders at midnight, after an announcement two days earlier when non-essential businesses had to close. These first measures were drastically tightened on March 30.
What is the price of freedom?
Where does it [freedom] end?
Are two more lines from the song mentioned above.
Our thoughts were less about our freedom than about the well-being of our families and friends. The transparent communication of our government has also had a decisive influence on this. It was clearly stated from the beginning that we have to expect restrictions to our hitherto normal lifestyle (in terms of physical distance and other precautions) of at least six months, but probably more likely 12 months.
We could not continue the work of our non-profit organisation to the same extent as before. Suddenly each of us had more free time. Although our house did not shrink, we moved closer together. These few weeks have brought us closer together emotionally. Benjamin and Patrick have shown us, as we showed them, that we care for each other. What unites us today is a deep-running friendship. At no point did we get bored. We were only limited in our mobility. However, we islanders were allowed to go on a trip to nearby uninhabited islands. Jogging or a walk was even recommended as physical exercise. The peace and quiet on the island were fascinating. No wonder, considering the lack of 1,000 international tourists.
Towards the end of April, accomplishments showed that Queensland was on track to smash the curve. The first easings were announced for May 2. Family picnics and trips of up to 50 kilometres were possible again. Fine, almost everything within a radius of 50 kilometres is water. But this was a good sign too. Further easing followed on Mother's Day, May 10. From May 16, pubs and restaurants were allowed to open again with a limited number of 10 patrons at a time.
Call it the Australian laid-back lifestyle or prudence. The further easings followed step by step in intervals of 28 days. The condition was always that the policies implemented were effective. There were also backlashes. State borders were opened, only to be closed again shortly afterward when new hotspots emerged in New South Wales and Victoria.
We returned cautiously and calmly to a kind of normality. We were once again able to continue our work on a larger scale. And we jointly created other ideas and plans.
Today we are closer to normality than most other countries. I often hear the statement, "Australia is an island." I like to avoid the remark that most of the earth's surface consists of oceans and that all continents are consequently islands or peninsulas. More often than not, I hear that we have allowed ourselves to be deprived of our liberty. That is not entirely untrue. But the temporary restriction of our freedom served a purpose. Queenslanders - Australians - teamed up to protect the community. Life and health always came first.
It was and is not a picture book story. There was a vocal minority who opposed the measures. The emphasis is on the minority. Unfortunately, the lockdown also led to 130,000 Queenslanders being out of work. Targeted assistance, for example, through extended JobKeeper and JobSeeker programs, prevented more disastrous effects.
Meanwhile, 500 more Queenslanders are in employment than before the pandemic. The economy bounced back and even exceeded the September prognosis. These are good signs. But the recovery will require billions of dollars in investments, which will increase public debt. Tax increases were never on the table. Reasonable for 2020/2021.
I mentioned that we returned to a kind of normality. Today is day 84 since we have not had a new case due to community transmission. All shops, bars, restaurants, venues, stadiums (with CovidSafe plan) are open at 100% capacity in Queensland. We can have private gatherings with 50 persons, weddings with 200. When I look at Germany, Europe, or the USA, I feel worried. It feels surreal, although I know very well that it is real. We chat daily with our folks in Germany, often with acquaintances and friends. It calms us that they avoid any unnecessary risk. When we asked my parents-in-law several weeks ago if they would like to spend their winter with us, they refused. That's a pity, but also comprehensible. The very long flight and our climate can be a burden. Another reason is that they do not understand English, let alone speak it. Even if they were safer here, they would only feel comfortable for a limited time.
I asked myself, can I take something positive from a time that brings so much grief and suffering? No, I must not, I must.
The past months of 2020 have caused us to pause, to reflect. These times have shown us even more clearly the reality in which we live. They have made us reconsider our desires and plans and to correct our course. In recent months, we have redefined our priorities. We have been able to experience the Australian spirit that unites the community. We got to know friendly people, online and offline, we made new friendships, we became part of another family. We are grateful for this.
We will celebrate Christmas with guests (unless there are any unforeseen). The parents and sister, with her spouse and kid, of Benjamin and Patrick, will come. We are excited about it.
We will celebrate Christmas virtually with our families in Germany. In doing so, we will even combine old and new traditions. In Germany, handing out the presents is on the evening of Christmas Eve, while in Australia it is on the morning of Christmas Day. We will be getting up a little earlier, but we can connect both traditions thanks to the 9 hour time difference.
I wish you a Happy Channuka, a Merry Christmas, or just Happy Holidays!
Please keep healthy!
let others know that the portion of a revised/new website for an organization that pays a wild and wooly $100 a month
can not do because the incompetent in charge created such an incoherent navigation that NONE of the linkage was supposed to fix can be fixed because the meni is completely wrong
the incompetent created new programs THAT DO NOT EXIST!
the incompetent has - in the menu - that certain programs are unique to this organization
AND THAT IS PROVABLY and RADICALLY untrue
so untrue that the statement exposes the organization to lawsuits
so the ceo has "agreed" to allow the revised/new site to be "finished" in december as opposed to this week
so the incompetent CLAIMS " won't get any blame here. the incompetent will accept all fault on all delays"
strongly suspects that this is actually an attempt to ultimately take full credit for setting things correctly
because others have stepped in to say "ummm....the navigation is incoherent. it is flat out wrong! who did this? the incompetent? why not allow to fix this?"
still gets ENRAGED everything looks at the site
a site - the incompetent continues to change things - taking things out then finding out they need to be back and putting them back in the wrong place
standing back and just letting the incompetent fall all by itself
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Ever since I stumbled across an image of a heavyset bald man (in his 50’s ) complete with a beard and glasses, that had his face buried between the ass cheeks of a slender young blonde boy(legal age of course) with a perfect body, I knew that I had discovered the role I was meant to play. I Only date women, but I am always interested in fulfilling the fantasies of a man twice my age. I’m 33 and have had several long term arrangements over the years since I’ve been 18. I would love to share my experiences as well as hear from anyone else with similar tastes, and also any older men who specialize in having their way with sexy young men that catch their eye
here are some pictures of what I find unbelievably sexy, plus a couple selfies that I hope you guys like.
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Hallo an alle Master da mein Master die Zeit nicht mehr hat und er auch nicht weiß ob er noch mal weiter macht hat er mir gestated ein neuen Master zu suchen.
Ich suche ein Master für online oder Real wer interesse hat kann sich melden und denn klären wir alles weitere zu zeit bestimme ich die trage Dauer von mein peniskäfig über teamlocked.
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Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house.
Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight!
Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made!
He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space.
Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above.
Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well.
Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed.
Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love!
Byron watched and watched and saw ALL!
Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip!
The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples!
“See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other.
“Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight.
“Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped.
“May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking.
Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray. She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night.
Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex.
Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion.
“You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way.
Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled.
“Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp.
“I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry.
“Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began!
Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy.
Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF!
Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together.
“Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it.
“Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple.
Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button.
Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made.
Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten!
The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her.
Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside.
The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan.
“Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!”
Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet.
Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore!
And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron.
Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ
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Will I received my 1st Chem on the Dec. 19 and guess what? I had A reaction to one of the Meds and Broke out into A rash all over my Body I was itching so bad I wanted to end everything . Finally got A hold of my Cancer MD after the New Year and was place on steroids pills it started working after first Dose boy was I Thankful I had A Awful Christmas and New Years. I have Chemo every 3 weeks will on the 1-9-2020 I go for my 2th Chemo the Doctor cut the Med she was thinking that cause the Reaction so if you don't here from me she pulled the wrong ones. I'll update as soon as I can.....Ricky
PART III: The Towels.
At the end of the video, while we were sitting there buzzing over what we just learnt, a mid twenties guy with a really toned body came in wearing only an orange towel. He introduced himself as Old Nick. Apparently everyone refers to him as Nick in hell. He can change shape and body, generally designing himself to be whatever fantasy man turns you on. He explained how there were pitchforks, flames and Demons in Hell. "We have pitchfolks with dildos on the end for your enjoyment. There are certainly flames here in Hell. They are used to heat the saunas and steamrooms. I'll leave you to work out why the Demons need booking for the night, if you so desire". As Old Nick explained, Hell had a reputation to live up to and he felt some guys would be disappointed to find no Demons.
Apparently, there is a towel code in Hell. Similar to the hankie code they tried unsuccessfully to implement back on Earth. There are three colours with these towels. Green, Orange & Red. Upon checking into Hell, you are handed a towel and three drinks vouchers at Reception. Green means you are currently straight oriented. You do nothing you don't want to do. It is explained there are no woman here and that they are, indeed in Hell. Green towels must be left alone. An Orange towel means they have chosen between 1 to 5 sexual encounters with another guy upon arriving in Hell in a green towel. Red towels are for the gay aware guys, giving access to the backrooms here. So, as Old Nick advised, when we get changed in the room next door, we are all being given Orange towels, as they are the most popular towels amongst the guys. Fresh meat.
"Although one of you guys will be issued a red towel. Let's be honest, you'd earnt a red towel by the time you were fifteen."
So, with that, a new door suddenly appeared which he guided us through, and left us to get changed.
Who would have thought. When we had changed into the towels, there it was. The red towel. @JoelR. I guess the signs were there. Why else would he own and run Adonis Male after all.
Apparently a Demon had already been pre-booked for him.