hmmm...

ManofMithgar said:
Well, now I am awake! Thanks nips. Would have loved to watch that in person and cleaned up afterwards taking you to another and another.

Big Bear Hugs. :devil:


Mmmmmmm I always liked being multiple ..it makes thangs much more fun hehehe
 
sweet diva said:
Hi Nips,
how you doing sweetie,enjoying the weekend?
Just looked through your last pic's,you seem to be having
fun with your toy,had one of mine out,just going to post
the pic's;) :kiss:


Mhmmm I was having fun...altho...it was not as much fun having fun all by myself lol


Happy Mother's Day to you (yes I know you've had yours..butt..you are special so you get 2)
 
male.man said:
morning Bite............just popping in to wish you a very....


HAPPY MOTHERS DAY



A DOZEN :rose: 's at your door

:kiss:


awwwwwwwwww Thank you! :kissssssssss: how sweet :)

Did you have a good day with your Mother?
 
Re: Happy MOM's Day

Flashmor said:
Good Morning Nips:heart:

Just wanted to swing by and tell you Happy Mothers Day Ü

I hope that your day is as beautiful as you are! :rose: X12:heart:


Thank you hon :kisssssses: My day started off quite well..my son insisted I teach him how to make coffee yesterday so he could make me coffee and toast for breakfast this morning..I am being quite spoiled :)
 
maragaine said:
Happy Mothers Day Nips...enjoy...we both have to work but will ck out the threads tonight after work...CUL


Ohhh not fair that Kaitlyn has to work on Mother's Day :( I hope you are going to whisk her off to a relaxing dinner after work and spoil her for the rest of the nite to make up for her having to work...give her extra hugs from me and tell her I said Happy Mother's day :)

and thank you :kisses:
 
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nicholasgreek said:
I have missed you too cutie.

What nice dishes would you serve us today ?

YUMMY

:rose: :kiss: :rose:


Why you silly goof..you wouldnt have me slaving away in the kitchen on this special day would you? You are supposed serve me on Mother's Day or take me out and spoil me....so...what dishes are you preparing for me? :)
 
Bitenips said:
Primes..nice to see you again :) Im glad you are enjoying the pics :kiss:

cum back soon!

thanks, nips, got quite a rush when i saw those erect lips, would love to see more, these pics rock! :D
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

Bitenips said:
Why you silly goof..you wouldnt have me slaving away in the kitchen on this special day would you? You are supposed serve me on Mother's Day or take me out and spoil me....so...what dishes are you preparing for me? :)

LMAO .....cutie i was only wanted you resting while my tongue and lips will take care your pearl ....

Salmon and white wine will follow your melting !



:rose: :kiss: :rose:
 
A Tribue to the Mother's of Lit:

This is for the mothers who have sat up all
night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf
laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid
saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work
with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their
blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make
cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the
mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies
they'll never see. And the mothers who took those
babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections
are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games
instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so
that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they
could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for
the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their
kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers
who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just
couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"
twice a night for a year. And then read it again.
"Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to tie their shoelaces before they started
school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro
instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically
when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even
though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even
away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be
just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed
when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and
the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in
horror, hugging their child who just came home from
school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children
to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or
daughter disappear down the street, walking to school
alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from
bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of
a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when
you just want to hear their key in the door and
know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug
your child when you hear news of a fire, a car
accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our
thoughts are for young mothers stumbling
through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.


"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
 
primes said:
thanks, nips, got quite a rush when i saw those erect lips, would love to see more, these pics rock! :D


hmmmm well..I am always taking pics...you never know what you will find :)
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

nicholasgreek said:
LMAO .....cutie i was only wanted you resting while my tongue and lips will take care your pearl ....

Salmon and white wine will follow your melting !



:rose: :kiss: :rose:


Oooooooh you do know how to spoil a lady my friend..wow :swoooooooooon:

You may have my pearl any time :wink:
 
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Bitenips said:
Oooooooh you do know how to spoil a lady my friend..wow :swoooooooooon:

You may have my pearl any time :wink:


Ohhh cutie .....you tease me again !!!!!!

You are so lovely ,so sweet , so sexy ......


:rose: :kiss: :rose:
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

nicholasgreek said:
Ohhh cutie .....you tease me again !!!!!!

You are so lovely ,so sweet , so sexy ......


:rose: :kiss: :rose:


:blushhhhhhh: stop that old man...here..let me clean those spectacles for you...
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

Bitenips said:
:blushhhhhhh: stop that old man...here..let me clean those spectacles for you...

LMAO ....the old man needs his dirty spectacles back !!!!!!

Otherwise you will be punished cutie !!!!!


:rose: :kiss: :rose:
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

nicholasgreek said:
LMAO ....the old man needs his dirty spectacles back !!!!!!

Otherwise you will be punished cutie !!!!!


:rose: :kiss: :rose:


Yes dear :bratty ass wigGgle:

mmmmm promises promises....punish me old man!
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

Bitenips said:
Yes dear :bratty ass wigGgle:

mmmmm promises promises....punish me old man!

You expect me to do such naughty things ?
An old man like me ? Never never ...in public .....unless you do not wear your undies !!!!!!!!

:rose: :kiss: :rose:
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello cutie

nicholasgreek said:
You expect me to do such naughty things ?
An old man like me ? Never never ...in public .....unless you do not wear your undies !!!!!!!!

:rose: :kiss: :rose:

Butt...I am not wearing any :flash: see?
 
Re: A Tribue to the Mother's of Lit:

Bitenips said:
This is for the mothers who have sat up all
night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf
laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid
saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work
with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their
blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make
cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the
mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies
they'll never see. And the mothers who took those
babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections
are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games
instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so
that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they
could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for
the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their
kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers
who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just
couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"
twice a night for a year. And then read it again.
"Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to tie their shoelaces before they started
school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro
instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically
when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even
though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even
away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be
just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed
when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and
the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in
horror, hugging their child who just came home from
school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children
to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or
daughter disappear down the street, walking to school
alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from
bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of
a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when
you just want to hear their key in the door and
know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug
your child when you hear news of a fire, a car
accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our
thoughts are for young mothers stumbling
through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.


"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

A sexual Beauty with a silver tongue and golden pen :heart:

Great job...Thanks:rose: X24
 
Re: Re: A Tribue to the Mother's of Lit:

Flashmor said:
A sexual Beauty with a silver tongue and golden pen :heart:

Great job...Thanks:rose: X24


no no no..I didnt write that..it didnt have a name of who did..I rec'd in MY email...and wanted to share :)
 
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