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40 Something Cowgirls began in May of 2010 with a handful of women all around the age of 40 something"and "holding", (more like 50 something & 60 something, plus!) looking for inspiration to get back in the saddle.
I was already familiar with 40 Something Mag because I have been a member of Scoreland for years and they are part of that family. So when I saw the site I knew I had to join and at least give it a chance. And man I am glad I did. I am not sure how but these guys manage to find some of the hottet forty-something babes that I have ever seen. And I mean some of them have bodies like twenty-year olds that I just want to jump on and ravage for as long as possible. I like the women and I like everything about the site, I just wish it was bigger overall.
He's got an excellent beer cap castle. I know, it sounds like something a kid would make. It's back there, behind his porch bench, about three feet high now. He had to rebuild it once when some kids knocked it over. Thing must've taken him days!
I've seen him fall asleep on that porch, his hands usually up behind his head in a soldier's headrest. Stu from across the street keeps an eye on that. Stu'll flash his porch lights on and off and say, "Hey, Jonesy," into the night, and he'll shake himself awake and stumble inside. Everyone calls him Jonesy, I dunno what that's about, his real name is something serviceable like Mark.
I saw Jonesy lay a driveway for a neighbor once, he stirred up that bag of cement right quick and had it down in no time. Some folks of course had to come stomp in it, kids put their hands in it, even though he roped it off well. Came right back with some broom and cleaned it all up. There's one corner where someone marked something, looks like a signature. I think maybe he did that.
She liked it when they read to each other. She would hand him poetry or thick translations of Russian authors, anything where he'd have to work his mouth around the words. She liked to watch his mouth. He always gave her part of the newspaper - not always the sports pages - but something from that day, fresh, to read aloud. The last story she could remember reading to him was on swimming pool upkeep, with some pools breeding mosquitoes in sluggish, choked waters, while others were assigned an altered purpose: filled now with skateboarders, dog runs, full terraced gardens that drop off at the deep end. 781b155fdc