My kitchen masturbation monitoring system.
Much Obliged to Random Index
When I was a teenager in the 60s and the hormones were running high, I was always looking for a televised movie that had some sexually provocative imagery in it. I can tell you that I would have been extremely excited to see a movie that incorporated a scene like the one above in a scary movie. Even though, in this particular rendition, no overt nudity is to be seen. But the potential is definitely there.
But, one could not, in those days, expect to see the sort of stuff you could see in a "man's magazine" in the sort of movie they might acquire for local broadcast.
Pity.
From The Bounty That Is It Is Not Safe Here
"When my little Troglo trends toward brat state, I nip it in the bud with new Kiddex tranquilizing spray drink. A couple of squirts into his mouth and he is as mellow as Olivia Newton-John in her hot tub. He just lays around and watches Earth Burst Baby Power Hour on the TV, and I can neglect my housework and retire to the bedroom for some hot masturbatory action. Thanks, Kiddex!"
Eternally Grateful to Everlasting Blort
Conrad, Betsy, and Justine were hot for some cemetery ballin' action, so they took Ugly 13 to Heavenly Acres, blasted the radio, brought out the corn liquor, and danced their fool heads off. Conrad felt moved to masturbate onto the grave of Beauchance Harquar, Esq., founder of the local burg.
Eternally Grateful to Aliens and Ice Cream
This is exactly the sort of photo that would be used to advertise the sets of pics for sale in men's magazines back in the 50s and 60s. Just enough leg and cleavage to pique the interest of horny adolescents. I never ordered them when I was a teen but I did fantasize about doing so. This was what amounted to porn in those days. Yes, we have come a long way indeed.
Appropriated From Sloth Unleashed
Sheila had just finished her last exam and was heading back to the dorm for a marathon masturbation session. She was giddy from the late night study session, but exhilarated because she was sure she had aced the test. Now her baby-hole was spritzing from the excitement of anticipated manipulation.
Many Thanks to You Can't Piss On Hospitality
Champ! Champ!! You wanna finish that up, or come in now and watch a "Leave It To Beaver" rerun?
Don't you fucking dare slosh that all over my nasturtiums.
Honestly, Kurt, you always ask me to jack you off just when I finish doing my nails.
Many Thanks to Nistagmus
