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You might want to consider fitting a Tracker device to Mrs Cc, just to be on the safe side, like.
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I'll mention it to the chaperone.
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Researchers found frisky Cantabrigians enjoy a THIRD more sex than the average Briton.
"So, how much sex is “normal?” Sex experts are reluctant to quantify how much sex is enough sex (it could make some couples feel wholly inadequate, and some couples get along just fine without much sex). But while fewer than 10 times a year is considered sexless, having sex once or twice a week is considered average."..
tinyurl.com/6lvm6l
Once a week plus one third = once a week..
Another lot of bull excrement..
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''which has compiled a "UK Lust and Liberation List" based on the feedback from its members.''
So people with little going on in their sex lives search out a swingers type site in order to find some virtual rumpy and fill in a questionaire, sounds more like wishful thinking.
''Hello, is that the kinky take away''?
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>>having sex once or twice a week is considered average<<
My dog has never had a woman, and he's going on 13 now which is a good age for a large breed.
So celibacy could be the answer to a long life (or will it just seem that way)
Come to think about it, he's not even ever blown his plums either IIRC.
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What you don't have you don't miss Dog.
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True Dutchie, but we're programmed to procreate - the birds and the bees etc., it's what makes the world go around.
I'd rather have my celibate dog than the type that tries to mount every Tom Dick and Harriet though.
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>> my celibate dog
A friend once heard a dog owner bawling at his randy hound, in the process of jumping on a passing female dog:
'Down, Bouncer, down! Dirty! Dirty!'
Still makes me giggle.
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For Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.
Rupert Brooke
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And Brooke continued...
And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
At Over they fling oaths at one
And worse than oaths at Trumpington,
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,
And there’s none in Harston under thirty,
And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,
And Coton’s full of nameless crimes,
And things are done you’d not believe
At Madingley, on Christmas Eve.
Strong men have run for miles and miles,
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;
Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St Ives;
Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,
To hear what happened at Babraham.
But Grantchester! Ah, Grantchester!
There’s peace and holy quiet there,
You can guess where he lived.
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My personal record was achieved in the mid 90s. I was seeing a secretary who lived close to work. I walked her home, had a session, then collected the car and met up with a girl from a different department who had a flat in Little Venice. Another session. Drove home where wife (now x-wife) was up for another session.
11% of the friends on my FaceBook are sexual encounters, two of them joined me in a three-some.
The naughty nineties were the best decadent decade ever.
Last edited by: BiggerBadderDave on Thu 13 Dec 12 at 20:15
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Is BBD on his way? - Dog
