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Sunday, October 05, 2008

Play Date

Mrs. G. decided to take a mini-vacation with Tristan, a friend, and her daughter. Tristan and his young lady friend wasted no time in checking out the hotel bed:

10 Comments:

Jim said...: Some girls don't like boys like me
Aha, but some girls do!; 10/05/2008 08:10:00 PM
julie said...: That's an awesome photo! He looks like he's about to jump around going "Woo woo!" :D; 10/05/2008 08:12:00 PM
NoMo said...: Classic shock ...and awe. Girls have a way of doin' that to a guy.; 10/05/2008 08:14:00 PM
Gagdad Bob said...: Reminds me of when the Fun Girls from Mount Pilot visited Andy and Barney, when they had to work late that time.; 10/05/2008 08:27:00 PM
Susannah said...: Oh, the face! Too, too cute!; 10/05/2008 08:55:00 PM
austracoon said...: Pro 7:13 So she caught him, and kissed him,...; 10/06/2008 12:50:00 AM
River Cocytus said...: lol, You go, little dude :); 10/06/2008 06:24:00 AM
Joan of Argghh! said...: Do not awaken love until its time...

Okay. It's time!

:o); 10/06/2008 07:01:00 AM
Van said...: Priceless!!!; 10/06/2008 05:26:00 PM
kaffepaus said...: Ah, the first kiss...

Playing hard to get at first but at the look of Tristans face we know that that is not the whole truth :)

/Johan; 10/07/2008 02:50:00 AM

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