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nhcbr900 62 years old, Man, Live in Essex

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Gender
Man
Looking For
Woman
Country
United Kingdom
Location
Essex, Brentwood
Marital Status
Divorced
Height
6 ft 0 in / 184-185 cm
Body Type
Average
Race
Caucasian
Religion
Atheist
Profession
Clerical (Office/Shop)

About Me

We're here for a good time, not a long time...
Mature in years but not in the head crazy biker and bike racer. Parts of the body are a little beaten up after 27 years of rugby, but other parts are still excellent. Drop me a line and I might even tell you which bits are which.My mission in life is to bring a smile to every face I meet.You could start with a laugh at my arse in photo 3. It isn't always that colour, just the result of landing on it at 70mph on the Mountain at Cadwell Park... Clumsy oaf!
Funny, sexy, brave, independent (stubborn if you like), artistic. Anything else nice that I haven't thought of so far. Being Welsh would be a huge advantage.It's hard to describe an ideal person, so let me describe the best so far. F was tall and intelligent, a metallurgist by profession. Her eyes could melt titanium at 20 paces and she had a ready smile that just beamed. Apart from being fantastically sexually adept, she was also highly socially adept at all levels. To give examples, on one occasion we were heading for a black tie ball. F had nothing on under her long evening dress, I knew that and she loved knowing that I knew. I had forgotten cufflinks, but on the way, F so charmed the taxi driver that he stopped off outside his house and got me a pair. In the couple of minutes he was gone, F quietly undid my trousers and I felt the glorious warmth of her mouth around my cock. Not for long, but long enough to let me know I was wanted. At the dinner, F charmed everyone and you can imagine how desperately I wanted her when we got back to our hotel.At the other end of the posh scale, F and I were heading for the Isle of Man on my bike. Sneeringly another biker in the queue asked why I was bringing a woman. Before I could remonstrate, she replied "Because I am obviously more F***ING intelligent than you, I am better company and I bet I give far better head than you". Yes I was proud. The ability to charm socialites and swear with the best of them is rare.