My newest obsession..
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Posted:Jun 30, 2017 1:40 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2017 1:41 pm
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and it ain't whiskey...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYDThNDu7z8
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Shameless solicitations
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Posted:Apr 19, 2017 2:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 4:20 am
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Just a shout out to any single ladies that may find themselves hot and bothered and needing dual attention on a Wednesday night. My husband has band practice and would love to surprise him some night when he gets home  ... with you and me... naked on the couch... warmed and ready to rock some more.
Like on his cock while I lick you all over
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Toot toot!
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Posted:Mar 30, 2017 9:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2017 5:12 am
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Hear that?!?! That, my friends, is the sound of my horn. Why am I tooting it shamelessly? Well, folks, let me tell ya...
Now, I am not here to brag or say that I am better than anyone else, or that I have accomplished something that others can't. In fact, I am quite surprised at my own damn self and find it hard to believe I have reached this point. Have you ever set a goal you thought was impossible to achieve? Have you ever entered a situation knowing that it could "wreck you" but you were willing to take that risk because the payoff "might" be better than what you have to "let go" of?
Well, for a 169 pound woman in her late 30's with ADD and a severe allergy to gyms and running, the idea of becoming pregnant was a scary scary thing. But, I wanted it so bad. When I chose to get pregnant I knew that there was a chance I would again be close to my max weight of 225 pounds. A place I never wanted to be again. Mostly because the first time I dropped the massive amount of weight it was a fluke. Well, sort of... I did workout I did eat better but it literally just fell off. I tend to attribute it to meeting my husband and finally feeling loved and wanted unconditionally. However, I knew this time if I gained the weight those things that helped me shed before would not be there. You know, the new young love stuff. I also knew that being a mom was going to limit my ability to focus on me (cuz I can only pay attention to a limited set of things) as well as cut into time I could take for myself. But to me, being a mom was more important than staying "fit", so I jumped in, letting go of the need to be "in shape".
During my pregnancy my worst nightmare came true the day I stepped on the scale and it screamed "OUCH" while throwing the number 219 at me. I was devastated and cried for hours. I felt selfish and guilty for feeling so vain and concerned about body image (but I guess that is what happens when most of your childhood you were the "husky" girl).
The day I entered the hospital to give birth I weighed 225 pounds, giving birth to a that weighed less than 7 pounds. People said that a massive amount of weight would be shed through the birthing process but they lied. I only lost 15 pounds. One month later I still weighed 200 pounds. I was sure I would never see my most favorite jeans again...
Fast forward 21 months and voila! I can't fucking believe I did it. Back, and actually, in better shape than before I got pregnant and all at age 40! No strict diet, no gym membership, and absolutely no running. How, you ask? Well I can't maintain a routine and needed something I could do anywhere that required no discipline, no technology, no major commitments, no drastic lifestyle change, and no time. So, I bought a jump rope (with weighted handles), and started jumping... 5 sets of 100 jumps... with a small 30 second break in between. Sometimes days in a row, sometimes I don't jump for weeks. I just do it when the timing is right. Easy peasy...
P.S. I do have to also throw in that with the birth of our came an insane hormonal change that has thrown my sex drive through the roof, and although the sex has always been intensely awesome the frequency of it has increased 700%. Turns out awesome animalistic sex every night can be a great workout too. I am thankful my husband and I have the sexual chemistry we do... it keeps me on top and in shape... in so many ways
So, toot toot! Imma pat myself on the back right now. Feelin' fine at 40 and less than 149
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Beginners Luck
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Posted:Mar 27, 2017 5:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2017 5:31 am
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Turns out beginners luck is not solely reserved for things like poker and shoes, and with the recent string of cancelations it looks like we are no longer "beginners". OR maybe... just maybe... our "kink stars" did not align for us this month.
When we first joined Local Adult Companion it seemed we did not have enough weekends in a month, nor babysitters at our disposal to keep up with the date requests. I am not saying we were bombarded with requests because that would be very untrue. But, there was definitely an equal amount of requests sent and received to almost justify a 40 hour a week "work load" just to keep up with communications. At first it was a teensy bit overwhelming for someone, such as I, who is challenged with ADD. However, the excitement kept me focused.
Thankfully the idea of earning my "Lickalotapuss" badge of kink scouts continues to keep me diligent in my hunt for more pink tacos. Typically my ADD would have me loosing focus and moving on to the next project, but the 'return' or 'payback' for my efforts here is exponential of most of my endeavors in life. The opportunity to gently glide my soft tongue over and around a nice swollen clit is what keeps me coming back for more. Bottom to top and back down again while you you tease my husband's raging cock with your mouth.
So, here I am, with my Gallileo type telescope, looking out my window, watching the skies. Because, for my own peace of mind, and true to my optimistic nature, I prefer to go with the misaligned stars theory.
Beginners luck is for amateurs.....
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Status...
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Posted:Mar 20, 2017 6:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2017 7:44 am
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It has been exactly 38 days since I had the privilege of burying my face in a sweet smooth juicy pussy and that, my friends, is just too damn long! This fate of course is not by choice. It is not like we haven't tried to get naked with others.
In fact I have only had the pure joy of having my husband's cock buried between my wet swollen lips twice in the last 14 days.... and THAT is just sacrilegious!!!
This stupid cold continues to cycle through the members of my family throwing out cock-blocks everywhere and this girl is all pent up because of it. I need to start turning up the thermostat of seduction and get myself in a regulated state otherwise I am going to be performing like an eager and I surely do not want a 20 minute evening. In fact my husband and I recently came across a new scene on one of insanely long porn videos and made sure to take some notes as I found myself wet and moaning just watching the FFM happening. I can only imagine being part of it.
So much penetration and oral happening simultaneously there was never really anyone in a position where they were just giving. The girls in knots with the guy moving from end to end sliding his raging hard-on in any wet space he wanted. Sometimes with help from one of the girls. It was super hot and will most definitely be a scene we play again on the video and hopefully in real life . Oh how eager I am to lick and suck that clit while my husband is deep inside her. How I long to feel her tongue flicking my clit while I ride him with my legs spread nice and wide... just right for eating!
I only hope I'm not lickity split out and can hang longer than an 18 year old boy in a girls locker room.
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Patterns of IMing
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Posted:Mar 16, 2017 7:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2017 11:31 am
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Despite me being a lover of all things green (money, nature, and weed... especially weed... and nature, but mostly weed, and I actually hate money, but have I said I like weed? especially when out in nature.. sorry I digress, ADD #reallifestruggles) I am finding this recent nor'easter particularly beautiful as we have not seen one in years. I, however, have been unable to enjoy this welcomed beauty as our house has been inflicted by the plague.
With this invasion comes an unwelcome week at home taking care of sick ones and doing your best to lysol every inch of your body after every point of contact with those infested. In my time of being at home I have had the "pleasure" of hanging out on IM (I say "pleasure" because most of the time it is a lesson in patience or some weird coping skill exercise... again I digress... My ADD is in high gear when trapped inside for weeks). In this time I have noticed certain traffic patterns. Patterns that I am sure will be of no surprise to anyone.
Mondays are pretty high traffic as most people are checking in after the weekends events, sharing stories, posting photos, updating statuses etc.
Tuesdays are fair traffic, probably mostly regular chat with 'friends'.
Wednesdays are DEAD! Super duper dead (this is a bit of a bummer for me as that is one night I am usually on). Turns out hump day might not be "hump" day... or maybe it is, that is why no one is on. One can only surmise
Thursdays are super high traffic, much like an LA freeway. I invision the behavior and attitudes much like closing time at a bar, as people scramble to make that last minute hookup/date. Cue Semisonics 'Closing Time'
Fridays have traffic but its pretty mellow. Most likely shoring up plans/details or last minute cancelations. All business...
The weekend is much like Wednesday, absolutely dead. Dead like Zed....
But, I would hope so on that because I like to think that most people on here have regular lives, and the person consumed by the life is a rarity.
Anywho... that is my synopsis of IM traffic based on recent observations. Maybe I could write a grant and do some research. I have been spending enough time on here I should be getting paid!!
Oh.. and if you like what you have read... follow me! I don't blog every day but when I do there is a chance it will be pretty fucking entertaining. Except for maybe todays geeked out moment.
Not as exciting about hearing all the kinky things I want to do on our next date... That we had to cancel due to this FUCKING cold. I am convinced it is biological warfare from Russia. Fuck winter, fuck Russia... blame Canada!
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A Date That Always Delivers....
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Posted:Feb 28, 2017 4:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 4:20 am
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Its been four days since our date and my legs are still reminding me that, despite having the energy to dance non-stop for three hours like you're 25, this vessel of flesh and bone is actually 40 years old and will recover as such. Although my husband and I are HUGE fans of live music we have never been to see a DJ live or catch an actual EDM show, so we went in with no expectations... (well, except to eventually share in some pussy licking later)
As soon as my feet (wrapped inside a comfy pair of chuck taylors) hit the floor and the music with the massive bass drops rattled my soul my hips did not stop moving. Jumping, swaying, swerving, grinding, rocking to every note that penetrated my ear-hole and filled me with its sound.
It did not matter that we were the oldest people in the room. Nor did we mind that everyone seemed to be influenced by something stronger than the herb and the beer we were consuming. Although, given the crowd's response to certain visuals, I did kind of wish I had dabbled in a teeny bit of fungi before the show, but nevertheless it was still amazeballs. On the other hand I couldn't imagine feeling the music any more intensely than I all ready was. My head might have exploded if I did... it really was THAT good! (I highly recommend the music of EKALI and TroyBoi for those of you that enjoy EDM)
But what about the date, you ask?!?! Well, our date was the best date we could have ever asked for, and one that never fails to deliver.... even though all we had was each other! Turns out their existence is still questionable as our unicorn was a no show... but we didn't even really notice. We were too busy enjoying each other's rhythm to share with anyone else. It was perfect that she dissed us. We don't even care. We have what we need/want between just the two of us. A third is really just a bonus, and on Friday... we didn't even care to have that bonus . Did we make an effort to meet? Yeah. Did we leave our phones in the coat room all night? Yeah. Did that matter either way? Nope. Do we care? Not at all.
How do I know? When my husband wakes up on Saturday with a big grin on his face and says "Last night was a ton of fun, and I didn't even mind being the second oldest person in the room." (I of course threw him the bird and told him where to go after laughing my ass off at his funny he made.... he's a fucking comical genius sometimes!)
Grinning, because we don't need to capture that unicorn to be happy or have fun. We have each other, and that's a date that has never failed to deliver... ever! Even after 15 years... 
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The Holy Grail of Sex...
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Posted:Feb 23, 2017 5:57 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2017 9:28 am
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Tomorrow night (WOW, I can't even believe its finally here) my husband and I embark on another page in our new kinky life, and we shall drink from our holy grail of sex! (That is of course if the planets remain aligned and no one has to bail)
One thing life on Local Adult Companion has taught me is that one's Holy Grail, is another's BPA lined plastic water bottle made by a in Taiwan... What I want from tomorrow night probably bores the ever living shit out of some folks while it makes others squirt without a touch. I of course am sitting here wit a puddle under my chair as my mind plays out the different things I want to see and do. I have to admit I have adopted a Bill Belichik approach to tomorrow's event and have drawn up my game plan based on some videos I have watched of other 'teams' per se'. Its a fair approach as we are going into this as straight newbies on the 3sum card, and can be paranoid about being "awkward at best".
Yep, folks, cherries be poppin' tomorrow and there are so many things to look forward to. Like, sitting on my knees with her right next to me helping me lick and suck my husband's raging hard on. I have one hand on his cock squeezing and stroking him while she kisses his head quickly plunging her mouth down onto my hand. The other hand caressing and slowly rubbing the wetness between her legs, making sure she is nice and wet for later.
Or slowly undressing her with my husband while we rub, lick and suck on her breasts, sliding our hands down her stomach together as we both caress her pussy. I spread her for him as he rubs her clit, sliding his finger in and out of her. Then us plunging our fingers in together. Inching our way down her body until we are both licking and sucking her to almost ecstasy.
Or having her ride my husband's cock reverse cowgirl so I can
watch and play with her pussy while he fucks her. Licking her clit spreading her legs while his cock plunges in and out of her dripping wetness, smearing some of it onto his ass tickling and rimming him while she rides him.
Needless to say, I am more than super excited and now I need to go take a shower... 
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Eat a fuckin' snickers...
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Posted:Feb 20, 2017 6:19 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2017 6:14 am
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So, now that I have eaten a snickers and gotten past the hangries that drove yesterday's post I can revisit the message and maybe deliver it in a little less cunted way. I mean, don't you hate those profiles that leave you think "Wow, what a cunt. I am surprised she/they have any friends" (clearly, not all the aggression is gone as I throw the "c" word around about 500% more than usual).
Back to topic (which, yesterday, I am sure people were thinking "I thought this might be about unicorns but it has strangely veered from topic)... My point yesterday is easily captured in a quote from one of the most brilliant movies of our generation (and it happens to be a presidential quote, how fitting on this day ;D )... "This aggression will not stand man, this aggression will not stand"...
Do I want to be wanted? Of course! Who doesn't? Do I want you to look at my pictures and read our profile and think "Shit, they are a hot couple. Especially that funny ass chic" and then go pleasure yourself in whatever room and with whatever toys you might desire? Fuck yeah! Do the comments on my photos make me blush and smile? Well, yes they do. Would I even be flattered by a tribute video? Probably. Of course I want you to find me/us sexy, isn't that what we are all here for... sex with the people we find sexy!
So, I apologize if this pre-snickers girl got a little frisky and bitchy yesterday. I was going to delete the blog but I won't. Just testament to the spectrum of thoughts and feelings that flow through this vessel made of flesh... and I do hope you find it to be a witty, sexy vessel {=}
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Oh, they exist all right....
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Posted:Feb 19, 2017 7:56 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2017 2:34 pm
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T minus 5 days and counting until we embark on our first night of straight mff, ffm, fmf play and I find myself feeling much less anxious than in the past. For whatever reason the idea of having a unicorn join the pack is much less intimidating than a couple. As a woman who is truly only looking to add a super sexy lady friend as an occasional bed mate to an all ready more than fulfilling marriage it is hard for me to overlook the pressures of being with another couple (unless of course, going in, I know he is not interested in me). As I window shop I notice my attraction for women is much less selective than my attraction for men. Of course aesthetics play into it, but in the end it is attitude. Although I want my husband to dominate me, and dominate me good. I love to be fucked by him. I love to have him talk dirty to me calling me his dirty, dirty girl as he slams me hard from behind grabbing my shoulders and waist with his big strong hands. My body shudders and drips in his grasp everytime. It makes me hot just to think about it. However, I am not looking for this treatment elsewhere. I do not want a guy who thinks he is going to come in and one up or out perform my husband, cuz it ain't gonna happen dude (and this is not a challenge, seriously)! Not lookin' for a dude to "dump his load all over my face" (actual words from an IMer). In fact if you are coming in just to get a poke at me you probably won't be coming in. If you are invited its because its your wife I am hot for.
I am not lying when I say I am most interested in sharing a super sexy hot lady with my husband. Watching him do those things to her while I lick her ass and gingerly pinch her nipples is what gets my goat. My husband fucks me just fine, even better than fine. What I want? What I want is to tag team her with our perfectly fine, more than fine, electric sex.
Have I said how ecstatic I am to know they do exist? This girl is feeling a whole lot hornier and a lot less anxious this time around....
PS. A cuck is a close second to a unicorn 
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The Ride Home...
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Posted:Feb 12, 2017 6:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2017 5:20 am
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This morning I find myself not even knowing where to begin writing. It is two days after our most amazing oral fest with a most awesome couple we have met through Local Adult Companion, and once again my head is a whirl of things that were, things that I wanted to be, and hopes of what will be... and I... the girl with the namesake, am left speechless. Not because there is nothing to talk about, but because there is SO MUCH to talk about. It is very difficult for me to concentrate on one thing (like how amazing it was, and how hot it made me to sit on my husband's face while she feverishly sucked his cock, and her husband ate her from behind) to even write a coherent thought as I am on to the next bit of awesomeness (like how fucking horny it made me to spread her pussy and watch my husband's tongue flick on her clit... In fact its making me wet right now).
Yesterday morning though... yesterday morning, this girl was gabbering out of control. Talking a mile a minute like a schoolgirl after her first dance. My husband too, but with a much deeper voice . There was not one bit of silence for the hour and half drive home.
What did we discuss? What didn't we discuss? lol! We discussed how everyone involved was breaking their own mold and stepping outside of their familiar/comfort zone and how good and comfortable it actually felt, well, at least for us. Of course, nerves were tense initially at the meeting spot but loosened up quickly with regular chit chat and a few beverages. The morning after we sat around and drank coffee like regular people without an ounce of awkwardness... tiredness, yes... awkwardness, no. That was HUGE for us as we said we would never do a sleepover... but we did, and it was great!
We discussed how it was easy to feel comfortable given all the dirty chat that had happened between the two ladies prior to meeting, and that FF play was truly a driving force for the meeting. We discussed how THRILLED I was to have my husband participate, and how wet and turned on I was to fulfill some of the things we have been fantasizing about (like sucking his cock with her, and sucking his cock while he ate her pussy... mmmm, have I said how wet I am right now as I write this?). We discussed how there were so many things left undone (like her riding my husband's cock while I sit on his face or me spreading her wide from behind while my husband plunges his cock in her juicy pussy), which should only make the next time all that much better... if there would be a next time. It was not because I didn't ask my husband to stick his cock in her pussy after I sucked it, because I did... like 3 minutes in, lol! (this eager and impulsive girl could have blown her top within the first 10 minutes... I was that excited cuz it was THAT awesome). Thankfully my husband is patient and pulled my reigns back.
We discussed how what we are looking for through Local Adult Companion has changed and what we did not want in the beginning is in fact what we do want, some kickass FWB, and a small group of them. The dating scene is nerve wracking and meeting new people constantly and establishing a comfort zone with every new meeting is too much for this ADD chic. I like the idea of regularly meeting people you have rapport with, people you know you can comfortably have a cup of coffee with the next morning without feeling like you need to drum up some lame excuse to jet early, or feeling any sort of awkwardness (despite you hauling yourself off to bed at 3:00 am before all was said and done... fucking amateur... lol!).
We discussed all of the post anxieties such as "did we measure up? Did they find us cool? Were we ok? Did we perform well? Will they want to meet again? cuz we surely do... Biting nails, all the while wanting to text and email right then but remembering in the dating world you should "wait 3 days"...
The entire ride was filled with smiles, dirty stares, and questions as we replayed scenarios, voiced wonderings and shared hopes for next time. Needless to say when we got home and turned on the computer to find an email with a return invite... this girl broke into a series of happy dances.. beginning with the cabbage patch, and ending with The Roger Rabbit.
I can't wait to suck my husband's cock and slide it deep into her pussy, while licking and rubbing her clit... And she has a beautiful, beautiful pussy... and I want more!
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Conservative?!?!?
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Posted:Feb 6, 2017 1:12 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2017 5:59 am
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Bahahahahahahahaha! Recently while enjoying a nice hot tub soak with a vanilla type friend we learned that our regular circle of friends view my husband and I as "conservative" when it comes to things sexual. I did my best to not spit my beverage all over her with laughter while screaming on the inside IF THEY ONLY KNEW! All I could say was "Hm, really?"
"Yeah" she says "He said that you were very conservative and would not be into that at all, or find that appealing" (referring to nude beaches and porn)
It does not surprise me that they think of us in that way as we are private people with a reasonable amount of couth... and we are not the kind to flaunt our kinks out every where we go (unlike some of our more regular friends who would shit if they knew I loved to suck my husband's cock right before he plunges it deep in another woman's pussy, only to pull it out and have me lick her juices from it). We are not eager to go to strip clubs but are not opposed to a private dance. In my mind keeping it secret makes it all that much hotter. Yeah, on one hand, I would like to be able to tell them the things we see, the things we do, the people we meet... but on the other hand fuck no. Some things are meant for just a husband and his wife.... and their pet unicorn 
We all have friends (I call them cro-magnon revivalists) that flash the flesh and talk all kinds of dirty, but when it comes down to it... I am pretty sure we take the cake. So, while they expose their bodies and kinky minds to one another in a very unflattering and nonsexy way my husband and I will exchange our winks that hide our kinks... you know, the kind that says.... "If they only knew"
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Get a virtue...
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Posted:Feb 1, 2017 4:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 4:20 am
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It has only been four days since my first muff dive and I find myself, once again, spending disproportionate amounts of time thinking about the next time. My husband and I have this lovely phrase we toss out in fun jest when one of us is amped, anxious, and impatiently waiting for an event. The insatiably horny, borderline nympho side of me wants everyday to be free for play. However, the other "average every day normal motherfucker" side of me just could not handle that life. I know, I see, it is for some... but not this couple. Would I love my clit licked everyday by some super sexy ass hot chic while my husband is at the other end and she rocks back and forth on his cock, all of us in rhythmic unison? Maybe her husband's cock in my mouth? Yes...but really, no, not every day, in fact, not even every week. That would require lots of bed hopping or friends who do not have regular lives, nor would it leave room for things that really matter most. We don't want any of that. So, while I muster up a virtue and remind myself our very full calendar is because we have a very full life, with and without playmates.... I will refrain from accepting new friends on a whim, and sending pointless flirts to people we will most likely never meet; rather saving it for the cool ass people I/we have met here on Local Adult Companion. The site that is probably the biggest lesson in patience a person could sign up for (especially the IM).
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