Oh, happy days are here again. They never really went away I guess, though the last four minutes I’ve been figuring out how not to do my taxes while still avoiding being somebody’s prison bitch. That was four minutes not nearly as fun as the next minutes exploring this rare peek at Reese Witherspoon in a bikini.
Perhaps Reese isn’t what she used to be a few kids and a couple husbands ago, but she’s still a perfect Southern peach to me. But I have the uncanny ability to look beyond the purely superficial, and see the real women on the inside. The one I want to cover in honey and lick from head to toe as we wash away all her mommy and career worries, and get her to just being a blond minx in her sexual prime looking for somebody to help her find something really juicy to atone for the next Sunday. Oh, Reese, eventually, a couple more husbands from now, we shall be together in some special and likely very brief manner. I can not wait. Enjoy.