Wonder Woman Gets Gang Banged – Lynda Carter

“Alright, that’s a wrap!” yelled the director. Another long day of playing Wonder Woman had come to an end. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was 1976 and Wonder Woman was in its first season. I was young and brash back then, just a few months shy of 25. The show was cheesy as hell, but the pay was good and the attention was even better. I loved the looks I got from guys when I wore that small, form fitting Wonder Woman outfit. Sometimes I’d even sneak off set with it still on, walking down the street and basking in the looks and catcalls. As it turns out, this was to be one of those days. I was tired. I also wasn’t feeling great about the day’s performance. More than once the director had been critical. As he probably should have been. My mind had been elsewhere anyway. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend the night before….

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An Epic Night With Pamela Anderson

I stood my distance as I watched Pamela Anderson making her way home from the grocery shops. It was late and unusually dark for this time of night. Pamela had gone to the local grocery shops, which was a couple of minutes away from her beach house. She wore a white shirt that was buttoned up and a short black skirt. She had flip flops on and her hair in her usual style. Me and my friends, Randall and Brendan, moved into Malibu, near the beach. Main reason for this was so we could drool over all the hot chicks in tiny bikinis. One day I noticed Pamela Anderson walking along the beach with her shoes in her hands and remembered from MTV Cribs that she lived in a beach house, so naturally I followed her to see that she didn’t live too far away from me. Since then I’ve been drooling over her and remembering back to my teenage…

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