 It was an amusing throw-away line. The Come Dancing team were on a coach travelling to Blackpool, where they were to perform. One of the guys was reading a fishing magazine called Carp. In the voice of a randy male, the commentator growled, “Wow! Check out the scales on that!” Not exactly side-splitting, I admit, but it appealed to my sense of humour. And I was immediately taken back to the days of my misspent youth, and two or three lads huddled over a dog-eared copy of Health and Efficiency. This was the monthly journal of British Naturism, featuring nude man and women of all shapes and sizes engaged in the usual summer-camp games and activities. All the photographs were in black and white and all traces of genitalia had been clumsily air-brushed out. But there were breasts galore - from the emerging buds of prepubescent girls to the pendulous excesses of mature women. And in appreciation one of us was bound to say something along the lines of, “Wow! Check out the tits on that!” Lord, how easily turned on we were!
It was an amusing throw-away line. The Come Dancing team were on a coach travelling to Blackpool, where they were to perform. One of the guys was reading a fishing magazine called Carp. In the voice of a randy male, the commentator growled, “Wow! Check out the scales on that!” Not exactly side-splitting, I admit, but it appealed to my sense of humour. And I was immediately taken back to the days of my misspent youth, and two or three lads huddled over a dog-eared copy of Health and Efficiency. This was the monthly journal of British Naturism, featuring nude man and women of all shapes and sizes engaged in the usual summer-camp games and activities. All the photographs were in black and white and all traces of genitalia had been clumsily air-brushed out. But there were breasts galore - from the emerging buds of prepubescent girls to the pendulous excesses of mature women. And in appreciation one of us was bound to say something along the lines of, “Wow! Check out the tits on that!” Lord, how easily turned on we were!posted by sooyup on Daily trivia, Pictures of Emm
 It was an amusing throw-away line. The Come Dancing team were on a coach travelling to Blackpool, where they were to perform. One of the guys was reading a fishing magazine called Carp. In the voice of a randy male, the commentator growled, “Wow! Check out the scales on that!” Not exactly side-splitting, I admit, but it appealed to my sense of humour. And I was immediately taken back to the days of my misspent youth, and two or three lads huddled over a dog-eared copy of Health and Efficiency. This was the monthly journal of British Naturism, featuring nude man and women of all shapes and sizes engaged in the usual summer-camp games and activities. All the photographs were in black and white and all traces of genitalia had been clumsily air-brushed out. But there were breasts galore - from the emerging buds of prepubescent girls to the pendulous excesses of mature women. And in appreciation one of us was bound to say something along the lines of, “Wow! Check out the tits on that!” Lord, how easily turned on we were!
It was an amusing throw-away line. The Come Dancing team were on a coach travelling to Blackpool, where they were to perform. One of the guys was reading a fishing magazine called Carp. In the voice of a randy male, the commentator growled, “Wow! Check out the scales on that!” Not exactly side-splitting, I admit, but it appealed to my sense of humour. And I was immediately taken back to the days of my misspent youth, and two or three lads huddled over a dog-eared copy of Health and Efficiency. This was the monthly journal of British Naturism, featuring nude man and women of all shapes and sizes engaged in the usual summer-camp games and activities. All the photographs were in black and white and all traces of genitalia had been clumsily air-brushed out. But there were breasts galore - from the emerging buds of prepubescent girls to the pendulous excesses of mature women. And in appreciation one of us was bound to say something along the lines of, “Wow! Check out the tits on that!” Lord, how easily turned on we were!