Alot happening in New York this weekend! This video was shot, edited and posted on the web, all within 30 minutes! I did this to show attendees of a “Meet the Videobloggers” Apple presentation in SoHo how easy it is.
I arrived with Ryanne, Jay, and James, from Node 101, and met up with Jan, Eric, and other vloggers.
The Dec. 17th entry to my vlog- http://franciscodaum.blogspot.com/ is about the same night.
(You’re in the vlog).
well, I here about these kinda things all the time on the yahoo group…thanks for throwing this together…It is just impossible for me to go to almost any meet the vloggers kinda thing regardless where it is in America…:sad:
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“Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man and only then will you come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants. gej porno Daddy smiled and said “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.”
“What are you now son?” He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair and down over his chest where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise. “Let me get in there Garrett.” His father says as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.
He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair and down over his chest where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.