Mmmmmm, any angle is an amazing view breakfast of champions
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My god woman!!! Your pictures are amazing
You are quite entertaining in many ways, enjoying your presence here. I will have to get out to Target more, might even cross paths as we likely are in close proximity to one another.
Wouldn't mind being on that couch to see just what were you watching?
Holy fuck you're hot. I may have to take care of something here...
thank youWow such a hot picture. You have a fantastic way of teasing.
thank youYou sure know how to get a guy's undivided attention!
thank youIm glad you did. Not quite a camel toe, but a hint of proudness
but the computer room is soooo cold.Damn Woman you are Sexy as Hell!! Would love to get you in the computer room alone and see if we couldn't overpower the cooling system!
hum guess I should share another story then.I love that you created your own thread! Although I'm only here to read the articles.
why isnt that breakfast at my house, damn itMmmmmm, any angle is an amazing view breakfast of champions
thank you. and fine, except my kids cat escaped twice, first time i am running around the yard in only a tshirt, no panties or shoes even, at 7am, took like 20 minutes to catch her. second time I was at least dressed. had no shoes, finally ran back in to get them, she waited howling, apparently she thinks it is the bestest game ever to make me chase her all over the property, let me get close, then bolt again. ughWell that certainly gets one's imagination running! Love the colour too. How's the day treating you?
Omg you look sooo sexy and awesome
That is one of the loveliest angles I have seen!
Hello
Thank you for the explanation and reasons behind your name.
Also thank you for posting pics
I am really enjoying your photo thread. Thank you for posting
thank you yes I guess I need to share more.Gawd you're hot from every angle. Comcast remote, lmao. Yes, keep the stories coming, you are so funny. You definitely are the belle of the worry ball, lol.
lolAnd now I'm off to Target, jk.
thank youYayyyyyyy....finally!!! Lol
thank youGood choice! The purple are my favorites still!
thank youHappy Thursday! Your angles always make my dangle....form an acute angle too!
thank youIt is now! Great angle!!
thank youGood one!
thank you, now if I could just find one angle everything looks hot in at the same time lol.what a great shot, man you know your angles
Since we are all so very interested in my stories (lol), I will share one that hubby and our friends still pick on me for. The time I brought home the gay guy who wasn’t gay. So, I met this guy in a parking lot. Hey, don’t judge, met some of my best friends in parking lots, it is where smokers unite. We got to talking while smoking and we had a ton in common. Both of us had nothing left to do for the day as well, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours, and since he was so obviously gay, with the speech patterns, and tone, and body language, etc I invited him back to my place to drink some, smoke a bong (yes younger me smoked pot), and play a video games. I probably would not have invited him if he was straight, or at least I would have heavily clarified that I was not inviting him over to screw, but to actually hang out as stated. Anyway, he follows me back to my place. We go in, I take off the work blazer, I had a camisole underneath. I bring out the vodka, we have a few shots, pack the bong, sit on the couch, smoke it, play video games, a few more shots etc. I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come out, he is where the living room meets the hallway, as I go to walk past, his arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat. I am of course just shocked and suddenly see how I totally led him on. I stop him and apologize, but he wants an explanation, what changed, what was the point of inviting him etc etc. I try to evade but he doesn’t let up, so I finally told him the truth, that I thought he was gay. Which then leads to him wanting to know why I thought that, in great detail, with specifics that led me to that assumption. Turns out he was born and raised in San Francisco and I apparently associated local mannerisms with being gay. Ooops my Bad.
So anyway, that is my story of how I brought home the gay not gay guy and why any time San Francisco comes up, my husband and friends point and laugh at me.
Since we are all so very interested in my stories (lol), I will share one that hubby and our friends still pick on me for. The time I brought home the gay guy who wasn’t gay. So, I met this guy in a parking lot. Hey, don’t judge, met some of my best friends in parking lots, it is where smokers unite. We got to talking while smoking and we had a ton in common. Both of us had nothing left to do for the day as well, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours, and since he was so obviously gay, with the speech patterns, and tone, and body language, etc I invited him back to my place to drink some, smoke a bong (yes younger me smoked pot), and play a video games. I probably would not have invited him if he was straight, or at least I would have heavily clarified that I was not inviting him over to screw, but to actually hang out as stated. Anyway, he follows me back to my place. We go in, I take off the work blazer, I had a camisole underneath. I bring out the vodka, we have a few shots, pack the bong, sit on the couch, smoke it, play video games, a few more shots etc. I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come out, he is where the living room meets the hallway, as I go to walk past, his arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat. I am of course just shocked and suddenly see how I totally led him on. I stop him and apologize, but he wants an explanation, what changed, what was the point of inviting him etc etc. I try to evade but he doesn’t let up, so I finally told him the truth, that I thought he was gay. Which then leads to him wanting to know why I thought that, in great detail, with specifics that led me to that assumption. Turns out he was born and raised in San Francisco and I apparently associated local mannerisms with being gay. Ooops my Bad.
So anyway, that is my story of how I brought home the gay not gay guy and why any time San Francisco comes up, my husband and friends point and laugh at me.
Since we are all so very interested in my stories (lol), I will share one that hubby and our friends still pick on me for. The time I brought home the gay guy who wasn’t gay. So, I met this guy in a parking lot. Hey, don’t judge, met some of my best friends in parking lots, it is where smokers unite. We got to talking while smoking and we had a ton in common. Both of us had nothing left to do for the day as well, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours, and since he was so obviously gay, with the speech patterns, and tone, and body language, etc I invited him back to my place to drink some, smoke a bong (yes younger me smoked pot), and play a video games. I probably would not have invited him if he was straight, or at least I would have heavily clarified that I was not inviting him over to screw, but to actually hang out as stated. Anyway, he follows me back to my place. We go in, I take off the work blazer, I had a camisole underneath. I bring out the vodka, we have a few shots, pack the bong, sit on the couch, smoke it, play video games, a few more shots etc. I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come out, he is where the living room meets the hallway, as I go to walk past, his arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat. I am of course just shocked and suddenly see how I totally led him on. I stop him and apologize, but he wants an explanation, what changed, what was the point of inviting him etc etc. I try to evade but he doesn’t let up, so I finally told him the truth, that I thought he was gay. Which then leads to him wanting to know why I thought that, in great detail, with specifics that led me to that assumption. Turns out he was born and raised in San Francisco and I apparently associated local mannerisms with being gay. Ooops my Bad.
So anyway, that is my story of how I brought home the gay not gay guy and why any time San Francisco comes up, my husband and friends point and laugh at me.
Since we are all so very interested in my stories (lol), I will share one that hubby and our friends still pick on me for. The time I brought home the gay guy who wasn’t gay. So, I met this guy in a parking lot. Hey, don’t judge, met some of my best friends in parking lots, it is where smokers unite. We got to talking while smoking and we had a ton in common. Both of us had nothing left to do for the day as well, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours, and since he was so obviously gay, with the speech patterns, and tone, and body language, etc I invited him back to my place to drink some, smoke a bong (yes younger me smoked pot), and play a video games. I probably would not have invited him if he was straight, or at least I would have heavily clarified that I was not inviting him over to screw, but to actually hang out as stated. Anyway, he follows me back to my place. We go in, I take off the work blazer, I had a camisole underneath. I bring out the vodka, we have a few shots, pack the bong, sit on the couch, smoke it, play video games, a few more shots etc. I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come out, he is where the living room meets the hallway, as I go to walk past, his arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat. I am of course just shocked and suddenly see how I totally led him on. I stop him and apologize, but he wants an explanation, what changed, what was the point of inviting him etc etc. I try to evade but he doesn’t let up, so I finally told him the truth, that I thought he was gay. Which then leads to him wanting to know why I thought that, in great detail, with specifics that led me to that assumption. Turns out he was born and raised in San Francisco and I apparently associated local mannerisms with being gay. Ooops my Bad.
So anyway, that is my story of how I brought home the gay not gay guy and why any time San Francisco comes up, my husband and friends point and laugh at me.
hey, money and shitty service as made some very happy very rich ex wives. thank you, yeah I do like those stockings, i do also have a set of full body crotchless fishnets lol.
happy thursday. thought I'd do a different angle.
Good one!
Hilarious! Reminds me of the time I brought home a gay guy I thought was straight.
Keeps getting better and better....
With your body it should not be that hard to find that angle.
But I do photography so i bet i can find a great angle we should talk
loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
That is an awesome story! I agree with your husband...I’d make fun of your obviously broken ‘gay-dar’ too
It sounds to me like you need a family vacation in San Francisco
I love it when you talk dirty to me. Now that you mentioned it, let's see those full body fishnets. Don't poke my weaknesses, man!
I was wondering if you shaved or not. Bush is another big weakness. Looks like you at least trim, but don't worry, I still like you regardless.