01-14-2020, 09:57 AM
Join Date: Jul 2013
Location: Northern Illinois
While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.
Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new convertible pulled up driven by a very beautiful women, who asked if I was okay?
As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut blouse with cleavage to die forÖ
I think Iím okay, I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look.
She said, get in and Iíll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head.
Thatís nice of you, I answered, but I donít think my wife will like me doing that!
Oh, come now, Iím a nurse she insisted. I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly.
Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, Iím sure my wife wonít like this.
We arrived at her place which was just few miles away, after a couple of cold beers bandaging, I thanked her and said, I feel a lot better but I know my wife is going to be really upset so Iíd better go now.
Donít be silly she said with a smile, while unbuttoning her blouse and exposing the most beautiful set of boobs Iíve ever seen.
Stay for a while, she never know, by the way, where is she?
Still in the ditch with my Harley, I guess.
WE DON'T SHOOT TO KILL, WE SHOOT TO SAVE A LIFE.