I don't know what you look like Hoof, but I am imagining you and Mickey in a soft focus 80s period drama/saucy tale now. In my head you look a bit like Poldark actually. Am I close?

I am working on it... need to get the creative juices flowing :-)

maybe when I was younger and fitter... Mrs Hoof thought I was a bit like Bryan Ferry in the 80's in looks and style.

However, these days I resemble Terry Scott she says... LOL

After opening her door to Al and Sam, her mind was in a whirl. Al was promising transition, what could happen for her next. She closed her door and rushed to Selhurst Park arriving thirty minutes before kick off. The words "we cannot promise you five Palace goals and six Southampton goals but hope you will all leave here smiling." worried her, as did "our transition includes the Crystals" she blinked as she saw Wilf's new International teammates walk out holding pom poms. She noticed some unexpected dancers - Woy, Sam and Gareth and heard "we will make our lady supporters happier fist", using seat numbers to select those to entertain our New Crystals during the first half. Her number came up, but she knew she would experience the unknown after 3.00 p.m ------

She is.... we have fun together.

I've seen your profile pic steeleye... and you look more miserable than Tony Hancock on a Monday morning!

Hi James. I want to pull your trousers down and run my rough tongue around your ring piece while I massage your balls and/or shaft (if I can reach). Then I want to catch your fluids and scoff them like a hungry pig whilst smearing jam into my pubic hair with my other hand.

Love Jamie Martin.

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