All Comments on 'Skip 69 "Says"'

You have said for me what I have been unable to say for myself. I shall have to repay the compliment and come over and PLAY with you!

have some respect girl, hes pushing 70, if that turns you on having sex with an old man then you really are sexually frustrated! May I suggest a vibrator?

There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle, and whoever wrote that comment needs to fiddle. I notice she (?) is anonymous. Coward. Let us know who you really are if you dare! Or are you just a frustrated old bitch?

I challenge whoever has written these comments, on both the poems with my name as a title, to come clean and write to me personally (she probably knows my e-mail address). I shall not take too much offence, but I would like to know who I have wronged by writing to more than one person. What have I done? You have nothing to lose - we are all "anonymous" in spite of having e-mail addresses, and should that person wish to terminate a correspondence it is easy to do so, but PLEASE have the courtesy to say who you are.

Such a delightful, entertaining poem. Love both of your skip69 poems. And as for your anonynomous detractor...don't knock it unless you've tried it. Who says love and sex is only for the young?

The empty house and hot sun fueled by deliciously fragrant fruit drinks with alcohol as a mate made me dizzy, made me fall asleep after my swimsuit wound up on my ankles.A few minutes later I awoke from a repeated dream of a sexual charged , forced incident of my innocence. I couldn't help it. I felt afraid the strong grasp of my nuts would be squeezed even harder if I said no. It was just enough pressure to control me, just enough pain to wonder what's next.Yet as afraid as I was the pressure on my sack had my warm breath escaping faster and faster.. I couldn't stop being violated, hoping it wouldn't stop in that hot car smelling of smoke, whisky, and male sweat in between the school buildings.

That's what started todays pre-come as I spread the sticky, ropes of passion all over the hood of my turgid and hot thriving member.The sun was so bright I t made the sliding glass door look like a mirror away from this area where I had swum nude in the pool earlier.So maybe in memory of that exciting first forced blow job I played and pulled on my banana shaped penus