It seems incredible that I would say this but "I wouldn't want Brigitte Bardot sitting on my face!" Well she is 71 and there are limitations. People do go off no matter how stunning they were and Brigitte was stunning.
I'm not that much of a catch myself any more and sadly Bardot's a bit of a fruit loop these days too. One get's the impression that a life of men hovvering around you with little on their minds but carnal gratification would naturally lead to cutting yourself off and preferring to devote the rest of your life to dumb animals who only want one thing, food!

Of course there is a long list of women I wouldn't want sitting on my face. Jade Goody for one, Monika Lewinsky (well used goods) and anyone stout. Recent joggers are off the menu, dancers, just off stage and lady weightlifters - wrestlers too.
Actually, having someone sit on your face is an acquired taste, like Escargots or Oysters. Now in fact, I like Escargots but not Oysters that much. Moules I really love but then they are cooked. I'm just not that keen on having something live sliding down my throat which brings me back to Brigitte. She was the all time sex kitten. Time has turned her - as it does all of us - into a mangy old pussy with a bit of an attitude. If you'll forgive me, I really wouldn't want to plunge my face into a well worn saddle bag full of long dead Escargots. Great memories are worth keeping great.



Brigitte Bardot, then and now