I’ve been hypnotized by cameltoes since I was just a little kid.
Of course it’s not the greatest cameltoe I’ve ever seen, but it was the one that “got me started”. So I remember it with joy.
I’m not sure it would be suitable to write about that very experience. I was twelve. I remember whispering to my close friend: “Hey … she’s got the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen!”
He didn’t understand what I was talking about, but those words were the only ones I could think of - had never heard about the cameltoe-concept.And because of that, every girl I’ve been with has had huge boobies. I guess these girls get interested when, all of a sudden, they see a man not looking at their cheast. And I’ve actually never had even the slightest interest in boobies. I only look at crotches.
Either a girl has a cameltoe/lovebulge or she doesn’t. I don’t want any girl that misses the cameltoe-gene to try fooling me by pulling her pants up to her ears.
Why do women have to take everything we like and turn it into some anti feministic thingie?
Excuse my lousy english. Haven’t used it since I was twelve (same year that I had the best cameltoe experience of my life).
Good site
Thanks.