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Oh I did not realize you were one of my patients.

Miss Tina Merica and as I aged. Miss Una Verse. Belle Epoch. Old Fashioned Gal Edna Orton. Female sewer worker by day and Drag Queen by night LaDonna Mobilay Opera Star and RV Prostitute Amelia Canneat. Oral Sex receiver Betty Willa Mountanuttin Unemployed Drag Queen

Well perhaps he can hire some who will get him off. And he probably needs a lawyer too.

This just goes to prove there is a sucker born every minute and some of them are crime fighters

I had a partner want me to urinate in his mouth, which was off putting, but what the hell, I had to go. When he wanted to kiss me while still with the urine in his mouth, and then he tried to pass it. I passed on the the pass.

Was in Jamaica and a woman sat down next to me along with another guy. I was on vacation and intoxicated and I noticed that she had a small tear in the crotch of some very tight lycra like pants. She was sitting with her legs open and her head turned in the other direct talking with the man with whom she came into the bar. I slipped my finger in the hole and when I met nor resistance I kept it there slowly moving it about. The man did to notice and he left for a minute (bathroom break?) and she turned to me and we started making out heavily. We went to the dance floor and when her friend returned, he looked at us and left as we were grinding away on the dance floor. You know the kind of grinding that people usually yell "get a room" when they see it. I then went to ask her to come to my room and that it was when I discovered she did not speak English. We both spoke very poor French but so the invitation was offered to go back and get high. She asked if her brother could join us. The fellow with her was not her brother but another Aryan looking fellow was. We went back to my room and smoke some Jamaican weed I had purchase, which is another bizarre tale involving a cab ride to the mountain, two large Jamacian women in negligees and a goat and an expensive wrist watch, but I do not have time to recall that whole story. Anyway, the three of use got quite high and her brother fell asleep and she and I started with making out and moved right on to fucking. There were some grunts which were not mine and did not seem to be hers and I looked over to see her brother with pants down and dick in hand. I did not see any reason to stop nor any reason to stop him and so I continued to fuck the sister. The brother came over and began rubbing his dick on my ass and eventually spewed onto me and then went back to the other bed. I finished. She finished. She then gave me kiss and spoke to her brother. He put on his pants and they both gave me a kiss and they left. The next day I saw them at lunch time at a hotel restaurant and they were with two older people (parents?) and they looked over, laughed but did not otherwise acknowledge me. I returned to the club that night and though they were there and there was some touch feely things done, we did not have a second encounter of the third kind. Just to be clear, this was so out of character for me. The weed, the bold fingering, the animalistic fucking with someone watching and it was the first time a man came on me. I had gone on this vacation with the express intent to stretch my limits and I stretched them so far they almost broke. I did learn that her name was Helga, she worked in a public auditorium in Switzerland and that he was a college student and they were on a trip with their extended family. That particular vacation was also notable for an encounter with a couple who picked me up while I was walking down the street. Americans who were renovating an hotel. The wife tried unsuccessfully to seduce me after her husband had left the room and as I was hastily leaving, I found him peering in through a slightly ajar door. By the way, I was 28, and athletically built at 5 9 and 185. And I do have the pictures to prove that last part.

Moving on before word gets out to avoid him? Sexy body. found the text arrogant. if it smells like shit, looks like shit and tastes like shit, do not step in it.

What do I regret most? Not doing things I did once, twice. Not doing things I did twice, thrice. And a rather unfortunate episode in a place named Chilly Willies outside of Cancun. That however, is another story.

Poorly.

My hair and my waistline....oh and my endurance

Who is the bottom in this fantasy?

If beauty is a curse, I must be exceptionally blessed

The hospital at which I work just placed two massage chairs in a private lounge next to the doctor's cafeteria. I tried one today. It is made by Osaki and it was actually not a bad massage. The chair did get a bit rough around the sacroiliac joint, as I have a bit of an inflammatory arthritis in that area, but otherwise it was very comfortable. I was doing messages on the phone while this was going on and on one occasion I didneed to tell the person with whom I was speaking that if she heard any strange sounds it was because I was sitting in a massage chair. Anyone here have a massage chair at home or has anyone looked into purchasing one?

I think I have lived an interesting life and one that I can reflect back on with many smiles and a few sighs of remorse or regret. One regret that was totally controllable, is not traveling more and as a result not seeing the beauty of this world. I thought I would get to do that when I retired, but I have not retired and the world has been closed for the last year and will be for quite some more time. So perhaps I will never get that opportunity. I would also be a bit more fulfilled had I been a bigger slut when I was single, a kinder partner when I was lucky enogh to have a special person in my life and kinder to myself when I did not. "Do not sweat the small stuff" and the corollary "It is all small stuff" these should be a mantra you play on rewind in your head when driving, waiting in line and talking with salespeople and many other times during your life as well. Ultimately what has made my life a fulfilled one is loving the people I have loved, doing the things personally and professionally that I love and finding peace in the insanity of life. My mother once told me that everyone deserves a few minutes of insanity each day. In my minutes of insanity, I have found the greatest fulfillment and personal peace. Oh and try to dance while singing along with a favorite song. If it is good enough for Snoopy it is good enough for me.

I like Mike. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xx36GSxqHDU. But given the choice, my nickname is a variation of my last name. If I had to choose, I would pick that nickname as my first name and then my name as my middle name as a nod to my grandfather.

I like Mike. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xx36GSxqHDU. But given the choice, my nickname is a variation of my last name. If I had to choose, I would pick that nickname as my first name and then my name as my middle name as a nod to my grandfather.

It is not that you are 95% immune it is that there is a 95% chance that you are immune. There is a 5% chance that you are not. As to why you should still use protection, it really has to do with it being easier to enforce protective measures on all rather than try and figure out who has been vaccinated and who has not. I went to a Mobile store today and was looking at my phone. My glasses got fogged and I lowered my mask to take off my glasses and clean them. The counter person asked me to please wear my mask and I did even though I was six feet away for anyone and I have received both doses of the vaccine more than a week ago for the last one.

To my mind, you should have kept the appointment. You may not have been in the right frame of mind when you cancelled but instead of cancelling, you could have merely said, I am looking forward to a great time together just as we had the last time. I would have focused on the previous encounter and made sure that I put in an effort to have a great time knowing he was capable of giving that to me. A warm hag a deep kiss and his hard dick pushing against you through his jeans should be enough to clear you mind and fill your ass.

Not sure if that is a complement or a jab but seeing as a jab from you might be fun, I will take it as both.

Who would you rather call for a solid shoulder on which to lean? Who would you expect to bring you soup when you are feeling less than perfect? Who would help you move or come and bail you out of jail? The nomadic life can be exciting and new but it can also be lonely. If you have friends, not just friendly acquaintances of long duration, than I think most would prefer friends. Like all relationships, friendships can be work but well worth the effort. People you meet on the road are interchangeable, friends are indispensable.

I do not want your money but saving is smart but spending on yourself or others can be kind. I would rather be kind about money than smart about money. Of course there is no reason you cannot be both.

https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?fr=yhs-Lkry-SF01&hsimp=yhs-SF01&hspart=Lkry&p=Andy+Griffith+Show+theme+vocal#id=1&vid=a2a69549664fd72b6f76790d2d9bb9af&action=click Here's one you can sing along too, but if you don't know the words, and you probably do not, then whistle along.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_g4-FqbWh9w. Vocals by Desi Arnaz. Only instrumental in the show's theme though it was sung by Mr. Arnaz on one episode.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ5IWRz78DY. So gather with your shawl on and a broomstick you can crawl on we are going to take a call on the Addam's Family

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