<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703874</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:50.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot mom next door posing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkysdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18703874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkysdomain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>davie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18703874.post-113133791368972305</id><published>2005-11-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:31:53.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catch-up&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wonder if the Mini-Richards do actually share the same &lt;a href="http://tour.twistys.com/t1/revs=twistysbm/"&gt;Twistys Girls Outdoor&lt;/a&gt; pool as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR1 - "Now that Charlie is dead - can we have a hamster"&lt;br /&gt;MR2 - "And we don't have to feed him in the morning anymore - result!"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Richard - "For god's sake - don't let your father hear you!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody good at eavesdropping though and did hear; what's unfortunate for the mini-Richards, is that I also control pocket money; so the joke's on them - Ha Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight (as the above clearly indicates) - I'm in need of a good shave and a bit of a pamper; so I'm going all metrosexual for the night and intend to raid Mrs Richard's product cupboard; as she's got a far healther supply of face packs and masks. I've gone all blotchy, and that's just not on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyroad up - Friday...&lt;br /&gt;GG and I made our separate routes to the pub, as I needed to get some smokes on the way, and; if I'm honest - wanted to avoid being seen leaving the office with her. (It has already been remarked upon by my boss that I should distance myself from 'Office Boy' - as he is being perceived as a bit of a golden child).&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, she was all nervous, sitting in the beer garden - with me all streched out on a large bench with me glass of coke, and her sitting up all prim, and had downed her Vodka &amp; Bitter lemon within about 10 seconds of us arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics of conversation included:&lt;br /&gt;The Shaving of her boyfriend's head&lt;br /&gt;Removing feet and replacing them with wheels&lt;br /&gt;Liposuction and breast implants&lt;br /&gt;Odd things seen on E-Bay&lt;br /&gt;Peculiar fetishes&lt;br /&gt;Hayfever&lt;br /&gt;Vol-au-vents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rather pleasant - and it ended with GG commenting to me on how grateful she was that I had agreed to go to lunch with the &lt;a href="http://www.allnextdoor.com/SLEAZY/BEEMK/"&gt;Hot Mom Next Door&lt;/a&gt;, how easy I am to talk to; and that she'd like to do it again in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few month's time ?!? - This isn't the GG that I have grown to fear; this is a diluted version. Something's amis !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a very quick word about Live 8 - Watched it all yesterday and almost had a blazing row with the Saturday Night friends, who insisted on turning up the volume of the speaker system at full volume when Pink Floyd was about to play - I wouldn't mind, but Mrs Richard had fallen asleep at this point, and I was busy attempting to hear The Cure via a web broadcast. 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