Hei di ho! Another glorious day, another slice of Americana. Yes, we do seem to be attracting many visitors from UK jnr. I guess it must be something to do with the new Batman movie.
Still, my thanks to the dying Butch, whose embarrassing problem I have reproduced faithfully here:
Butch Wadblow - Cornhollow, Wisconsin said...
I like wearing women's knickers. There, I said it! I'm 85 years old and my 25 year old wife has the sexiest little underthings you can ever imagine. I like rubbing then over my face, I like slipping them on and feeling the silky material brush against my engorged privates. Note: They're engorged because of a medical condition I have and not because of what you were thinking. My doctor has given me 3 months to live and I want to be exposed in my casket wearing panties and garters with this lovely lace bra I saw in the latest Victoria's Secret mag. Yes, I know, what will the family think? Perhaps in death will I have the peace I have craved all my life! How can I break the news to them without causing any fainting?
Dr Marga said...
Dear Butch,
You say your engorged privates are due to a medical conditon. Yes, the condition is called "sexually aroused".
I cannot tell you what to do, sweetie, I can only advise. And my advice is this: Just before you shuffle off this mortal coil, your young wife could perhaps engage in some shuffling of her own. If you leave your ... predicament in her capable hands, as it were, then the resultant 'release' will spare your family from the ignominious sight of watching three burly undertakers unsuccessfully attempting to nail the lid onto your coffin.
And as far as your 'underthings' activities are concerned, I must remind you to never judge a woman by her panties. Lovey, it's what's inside the panties that count.
Butch Wadblow - Cornhollow, Wisconsin said...
I like wearing women's knickers. There, I said it! I'm 85 years old and my 25 year old wife has the sexiest little underthings you can ever imagine. I like rubbing then over my face, I like slipping them on and feeling the silky material brush against my engorged privates. Note: They're engorged because of a medical condition I have and not because of what you were thinking. My doctor has given me 3 months to live and I want to be exposed in my casket wearing panties and garters with this lovely lace bra I saw in the latest Victoria's Secret mag. Yes, I know, what will the family think? Perhaps in death will I have the peace I have craved all my life! How can I break the news to them without causing any fainting?
Dr Marga said...
Dear Butch,
You say your engorged privates are due to a medical conditon. Yes, the condition is called "sexually aroused".
I cannot tell you what to do, sweetie, I can only advise. And my advice is this: Just before you shuffle off this mortal coil, your young wife could perhaps engage in some shuffling of her own. If you leave your ... predicament in her capable hands, as it were, then the resultant 'release' will spare your family from the ignominious sight of watching three burly undertakers unsuccessfully attempting to nail the lid onto your coffin.
And as far as your 'underthings' activities are concerned, I must remind you to never judge a woman by her panties. Lovey, it's what's inside the panties that count.
