Ouch!
Go for it Brandy. Jen is really not the type for Frank.
No, Jen, being “conservative” is not what put Brandy where she is. Being chicken did. :)
I just noticed…Jen has really big breasts.
Wow, Anthony! Now that you mention it, I guess she does.
What are breasts?
Ah yes, HectorPriam, “bazookas” is so much more genteel.
I’d like to “Coin a Phrase” here… Let’s call them “Twindenburgs!” They certainly light my fires! YEEEEEEOOOOOWWW!!!!!
“Charlies”
Ah, found it in my fieldbook: the large-breasted milk-bag flasher.
I just noticed that there is a storyline to this strip. I’m alway so distracted by Brandy and her girls… sigh… uh, where was I?
Gotta love them both!
That’s my recommendation: love them both.
(Or all four of them, depending on what “them” means.)
Gazongers.
Oh you lads - reminds me of the throes of my own puberty. This too shall pass, alas.
Jetblue over 15 years ago
Ouch!
cdward over 15 years ago
Go for it Brandy. Jen is really not the type for Frank.
Rakkav over 15 years ago
No, Jen, being “conservative” is not what put Brandy where she is. Being chicken did. :)
riley05 over 15 years ago
I just noticed…Jen has really big breasts.
oldseadog over 15 years ago
Wow, Anthony! Now that you mention it, I guess she does.
Possum Pete over 15 years ago
What are breasts?
Magasek over 15 years ago
Ah yes, HectorPriam, “bazookas” is so much more genteel.
artisanx over 15 years ago
I’d like to “Coin a Phrase” here… Let’s call them “Twindenburgs!” They certainly light my fires! YEEEEEEOOOOOWWW!!!!!
JP Steve Premium Member over 15 years ago
“Charlies”
Bender_Sastre over 15 years ago
Ah, found it in my fieldbook: the large-breasted milk-bag flasher.
vasgar1 over 15 years ago
I just noticed that there is a storyline to this strip. I’m alway so distracted by Brandy and her girls… sigh… uh, where was I?
pschearer Premium Member over 15 years ago
Gotta love them both!
That’s my recommendation: love them both.
(Or all four of them, depending on what “them” means.)
Gazongers.
Herbabee over 15 years ago
Oh you lads - reminds me of the throes of my own puberty. This too shall pass, alas.