It’s Monday, and you know what that means: lingerie goodness with Pamela David. Okay, so maybe this will be the first Monday we’ve done this, but are you really going to bicker with me over this? I thought not. In any case, with a name like Pamela David, you’d expect to find our hot to trot brunette living next door. That might still be the case if you happen to live in Argentina and had, like, a billion dollars to move to wherever she lived to live next door to her, just so you can “accidentally” bump into her one day on the elevator, which, as luck would have it, just happens to die, thus traping you and her on the same elevator for a day, more than enough time for you to work your magic and get in those pants. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
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