Nothing to see here, Justa bit of Florida sunshine with a chance of hurricane.

Status
Not open for further replies.
Well happy monday. I didn't have time to film something just to gif, and we were discussing things I don't post anyway, so tip toeing into recent video clips from my phone that I don't generally post.

so a minute from my bedroom, gif version (so no one messages me because the video won't play)
https://i.imgur.com/Ji0bOg1.gifv

or video version for those who don't like the pixelation my gif converter causes, or really want to hear law and order in the background (again, tv and fans to drown out the sound from my bedroom lol)

https://www.***********/s/kmcl7e03kvebneg/2018-5-20-12-49-30.mp4?dl=0

Fuck you have the juiciest ass. I want to watch it jiggle and bounce again and again.

Oh it wasn't a story like my creepy pervy cop story. I was living in the skanky hotel in Atlanta and had decided to head to Florida on Friday. I had no job or address in Florida yet. I got pulled over for speeding 2 days before I planned to leave. I was speeding. Tried to sweet talk my way out, but he pulled out the ticket book. So I went a different route, pulled out cash, asked him how much it would be, explained I didn't have a real address and wouldn't and wouldn't even be back to the state, so could I just pay him the cost of the ticket rather than having to figure out how to deal with it. Obviously, I know it doesn't work that way, but surprisingly, he quoted a reasonable speeding ticket cost, took my money for it, never wrote the ticket. No points on my license and didn't have to deal with it, so good enough win for me.

What part of Atlanta?
 
Just watched the videos you posted.
Again.
Damn you are a sexy woman. Love the natural curviness of your body. Everything about you is sexy.
The noises you make and the shudders as you climax are so hot. Fingers or toys, I couldn't pick a preference but love how wet you sounded.
Thanks for sharing those and I'm about to reach the same conclusion you did.
 
so for today's ramble....is Latin and the story of the first time I blackmailed a teacher. you can see how they relate, right?

ok to start, Allia posted a link to "The Most Badass Latin Phrases" and I was kind of surprised at how many I knew without the translation. I took Latin in either 5th and 6th grade or 6th and 7th. I was in junior high, and I had moved to the high school at the end of 7th, and junior high started in 5th, and I am sure it was only 2 years of Latin, just not sure which two of the three. It was a new to the school district teacher and a new program that I wasn't given a choice of taking. Anyway, Allia's post reminded me of taking Latin, which then reminded me of this story.

At the end of the school year prior to starting Latin, I was supplied my course and teacher list, as is traditional. I showed the list to my mom (given she dropped out of this highschool when I was born, she knew and had had many of the teachers.) One thing to know about my mom. Her night job was as a waitress. She was working this bar/private club, which had basically become a bar that was filled with closeted gay Italian men. She saw his name as my teacher for Latin (he has a very distinctive name) and starts laughing. I, of course, ask why, assuming she had prior knowledge of him and she explains not via school, but he is a regular customer, super overweight, really bad comb over, trying to act young and trendy but really just constantly hitting on the hot young gay guys that are so out of his league, and she just thinks it is funny.

Then I show my grandmother. Ok, what you need to know about my grandmother is a strict Italian catholic. She sees his name, and starts going on and on about what a wonderful priest he was and she was shocked to see him leave the church that year (Hence he went to teaching Latin at a public school). Didn't really think too much about it. I don't think I'd want to be a priest, though I don't want to be a public school teacher either.

Then during summer I show my Dad my class and teacher list. What you need to know about my dad, he has a mean ass temper. He is also racist and homophobic, well he hates everyone but hates non straight non white people more. Also, my father went to a private catholic school but was expelled his senior year less than 2 months before graduation.....for punching a priest. So, he sees my teacher list, and shares that is the priest he was expelled for hitting. Oh that's just great lol. Him decking someone not odd actually, but when I asked why, he didn't have a reason. This was odd, as generally, he would have something that boiled down to he fucking deserved it, he was wrong, I was right. You know the type.

So anyway, Latin was boring. Ended up getting in trouble with former priest current teacher for ditching class, lying about it, then throwing attitude when called out for it. As he is yelling at me, it finally hits me. OMG, ex priest likely hit on my dad, thus getting decked (dad would totally deck a guy for hitting on him, but also be embarrassed that they thought it could be possible thus wouldn't have the normal story) , probably had similar behavior, thus leaving the church, and likely has no idea my mom is the waitress at the gay bar who serves him several nights a week, and he is probably in the closet. This hits me right before the teacher says he is going to call my parents, thus I decide to test my theory. I say, you should, which would you prefer, my dad, you know him, his name is XXXX, actually, I think you two had a physical altercation in the 70s, and he was expelled after it. Or would you prefer my mom, you know her too, her name is XXXX and she is a waitress at unnamed gay bar. She is the thin tall bleached blond short haired chick. And indeed, the color just drained from his face, he shut up, and he completely ignored me for the rest of my time those 2 years.

That is the only time I ever blackmailed a teacher. And the countdown of the last time I use my two years of Latin has just been reset to 0. Number of days since I last needed to recite Avogadro's hypothesis still holding at 8767. aren't you glad you took the time to read this drivel?
I understand.
 
Fuck you have the juiciest ass. I want to watch it jiggle and bounce again and again.



What part of Atlanta?

Well it sure does jiggle and bounce, so thanks. And northeast. Skanky days inn off Peachtree industrial. Home to mainly hookers, junkies, general laborers, and truckers.

Just watched the videos you posted.
Again.
Damn you are a sexy woman. Love the natural curviness of your body. Everything about you is sexy.
The noises you make and the shudders as you climax are so hot. Fingers or toys, I couldn't pick a preference but love how wet you sounded.
Thanks for sharing those and I'm about to reach the same conclusion you did.

Thank you. And glad to inspire, hope it concludes well for you.
 
Well it sure does jiggle and bounce, so thanks. And northeast. Skanky days inn off Peachtree industrial. Home to mainly hookers, junkies, general laborers, and truckers.

I'm sure it'll bounce plenty when I spank it. ;)

lol skanky days inn. Well Peachtree Industrial is a long ass road, not to mention the traffic. I'm curious as to what area that was. I grew up in Atlanta.
 
You're welcome. I'll need some computer help over the next several days.

Sounds like you have an interesting situation going on.

I understand.
Lol. Well the fun part is when I make weird logic jumps but don't share the path. So you say Latin, I chuckle about closet teacher, and then it is all how the hell did she get there.


Usually does. hehe
Should make my own video some time and repay the favour

Maybe you should. It is fun
 
Avogadro

so for today's ramble....is Latin and the story of the first time I blackmailed a teacher. you can see how they relate, right?

ok to start, Allia posted a link to "The Most Badass Latin Phrases" and I was kind of surprised at how many I knew without the translation. I took Latin in either 5th and 6th grade or 6th and 7th. I was in junior high, and I had moved to the high school at the end of 7th, and junior high started in 5th, and I am sure it was only 2 years of Latin, just not sure which two of the three. It was a new to the school district teacher and a new program that I wasn't given a choice of taking. Anyway, Allia's post reminded me of taking Latin, which then reminded me of this story.

At the end of the school year prior to starting Latin, I was supplied my course and teacher list, as is traditional. I showed the list to my mom (given she dropped out of this highschool when I was born, she knew and had had many of the teachers.) One thing to know about my mom. Her night job was as a waitress. She was working this bar/private club, which had basically become a bar that was filled with closeted gay Italian men. She saw his name as my teacher for Latin (he has a very distinctive name) and starts laughing. I, of course, ask why, assuming she had prior knowledge of him and she explains not via school, but he is a regular customer, super overweight, really bad comb over, trying to act young and trendy but really just constantly hitting on the hot young gay guys that are so out of his league, and she just thinks it is funny.

Then I show my grandmother. Ok, what you need to know about my grandmother is a strict Italian catholic. She sees his name, and starts going on and on about what a wonderful priest he was and she was shocked to see him leave the church that year (Hence he went to teaching Latin at a public school). Didn't really think too much about it. I don't think I'd want to be a priest, though I don't want to be a public school teacher either.

Then during summer I show my Dad my class and teacher list. What you need to know about my dad, he has a mean ass temper. He is also racist and homophobic, well he hates everyone but hates non straight non white people more. Also, my father went to a private catholic school but was expelled his senior year less than 2 months before graduation.....for punching a priest. So, he sees my teacher list, and shares that is the priest he was expelled for hitting. Oh that's just great lol. Him decking someone not odd actually, but when I asked why, he didn't have a reason. This was odd, as generally, he would have something that boiled down to he fucking deserved it, he was wrong, I was right. You know the type.

So anyway, Latin was boring. Ended up getting in trouble with former priest current teacher for ditching class, lying about it, then throwing attitude when called out for it. As he is yelling at me, it finally hits me. OMG, ex priest likely hit on my dad, thus getting decked (dad would totally deck a guy for hitting on him, but also be embarrassed that they thought it could be possible thus wouldn't have the normal story) , probably had similar behavior, thus leaving the church, and likely has no idea my mom is the waitress at the gay bar who serves him several nights a week, and he is probably in the closet. This hits me right before the teacher says he is going to call my parents, thus I decide to test my theory. I say, you should, which would you prefer, my dad, you know him, his name is XXXX, actually, I think you two had a physical altercation in the 70s, and he was expelled after it. Or would you prefer my mom, you know her too, her name is XXXX and she is a waitress at unnamed gay bar. She is the thin tall bleached blond short haired chick. And indeed, the color just drained from his face, he shut up, and he completely ignored me for the rest of my time those 2 years.

That is the only time I ever blackmailed a teacher. And the countdown of the last time I use my two years of Latin has just been reset to 0. Number of days since I last needed to recite Avogadro's hypothesis still holding at 8767. aren't you glad you took the time to read this drivel?

You were a chemistry major?

I haven't touched a chemistry text for nearly forty years, yet you brought back all sorts of images and thoughts

Tu loqueris PV=mRT?
 
hair steals thing.

I have doted on your hair from afar, Is there any other intimate parts of you that takes part in petty larceny?
 
Yes I do . One that only an IT beaver can work on and solve.
It is an in depth project with a lot of meetings.
 
Well happy monday. I didn't have time to film something just to gif, and we were discussing things I don't post anyway, so tip toeing into recent video clips from my phone that I don't generally post.

so a minute from my bedroom, gif version (so no one messages me because the video won't play)
https://i.imgur.com/Ji0bOg1.gifv

or video version for those who don't like the pixelation my gif converter causes, or really want to hear law and order in the background (again, tv and fans to drown out the sound from my bedroom lol)

https://www.***********/s/kmcl7e03kvebneg/2018-5-20-12-49-30.mp4?dl=0

Never knew I could like Law and Order so much! Love hearing your moans. Definitely want more!
 
so for today's ramble....is Latin and the story of the first time I blackmailed a teacher. you can see how they relate, right?

ok to start, Allia posted a link to "The Most Badass Latin Phrases" and I was kind of surprised at how many I knew without the translation. I took Latin in either 5th and 6th grade or 6th and 7th. I was in junior high, and I had moved to the high school at the end of 7th, and junior high started in 5th, and I am sure it was only 2 years of Latin, just not sure which two of the three. It was a new to the school district teacher and a new program that I wasn't given a choice of taking. Anyway, Allia's post reminded me of taking Latin, which then reminded me of this story.

At the end of the school year prior to starting Latin, I was supplied my course and teacher list, as is traditional. I showed the list to my mom (given she dropped out of this highschool when I was born, she knew and had had many of the teachers.) One thing to know about my mom. Her night job was as a waitress. She was working this bar/private club, which had basically become a bar that was filled with closeted gay Italian men. She saw his name as my teacher for Latin (he has a very distinctive name) and starts laughing. I, of course, ask why, assuming she had prior knowledge of him and she explains not via school, but he is a regular customer, super overweight, really bad comb over, trying to act young and trendy but really just constantly hitting on the hot young gay guys that are so out of his league, and she just thinks it is funny.

Then I show my grandmother. Ok, what you need to know about my grandmother is a strict Italian catholic. She sees his name, and starts going on and on about what a wonderful priest he was and she was shocked to see him leave the church that year (Hence he went to teaching Latin at a public school). Didn't really think too much about it. I don't think I'd want to be a priest, though I don't want to be a public school teacher either.

Then during summer I show my Dad my class and teacher list. What you need to know about my dad, he has a mean ass temper. He is also racist and homophobic, well he hates everyone but hates non straight non white people more. Also, my father went to a private catholic school but was expelled his senior year less than 2 months before graduation.....for punching a priest. So, he sees my teacher list, and shares that is the priest he was expelled for hitting. Oh that's just great lol. Him decking someone not odd actually, but when I asked why, he didn't have a reason. This was odd, as generally, he would have something that boiled down to he fucking deserved it, he was wrong, I was right. You know the type.

So anyway, Latin was boring. Ended up getting in trouble with former priest current teacher for ditching class, lying about it, then throwing attitude when called out for it. As he is yelling at me, it finally hits me. OMG, ex priest likely hit on my dad, thus getting decked (dad would totally deck a guy for hitting on him, but also be embarrassed that they thought it could be possible thus wouldn't have the normal story) , probably had similar behavior, thus leaving the church, and likely has no idea my mom is the waitress at the gay bar who serves him several nights a week, and he is probably in the closet. This hits me right before the teacher says he is going to call my parents, thus I decide to test my theory. I say, you should, which would you prefer, my dad, you know him, his name is XXXX, actually, I think you two had a physical altercation in the 70s, and he was expelled after it. Or would you prefer my mom, you know her too, her name is XXXX and she is a waitress at unnamed gay bar. She is the thin tall bleached blond short haired chick. And indeed, the color just drained from his face, he shut up, and he completely ignored me for the rest of my time those 2 years.

That is the only time I ever blackmailed a teacher. And the countdown of the last time I use my two years of Latin has just been reset to 0. Number of days since I last needed to recite Avogadro's hypothesis still holding at 8767. aren't you glad you took the time to read this drivel?

LOL Thanks for sharing that story!!!:rose::rose:
 
so for today's ramble....is Latin and the story of the first time I blackmailed a teacher. you can see how they relate, right?

ok to start, Allia posted a link to "The Most Badass Latin Phrases" and I was kind of surprised at how many I knew without the translation. I took Latin in either 5th and 6th grade or 6th and 7th. I was in junior high, and I had moved to the high school at the end of 7th, and junior high started in 5th, and I am sure it was only 2 years of Latin, just not sure which two of the three. It was a new to the school district teacher and a new program that I wasn't given a choice of taking. Anyway, Allia's post reminded me of taking Latin, which then reminded me of this story.

At the end of the school year prior to starting Latin, I was supplied my course and teacher list, as is traditional. I showed the list to my mom (given she dropped out of this highschool when I was born, she knew and had had many of the teachers.) One thing to know about my mom. Her night job was as a waitress. She was working this bar/private club, which had basically become a bar that was filled with closeted gay Italian men. She saw his name as my teacher for Latin (he has a very distinctive name) and starts laughing. I, of course, ask why, assuming she had prior knowledge of him and she explains not via school, but he is a regular customer, super overweight, really bad comb over, trying to act young and trendy but really just constantly hitting on the hot young gay guys that are so out of his league, and she just thinks it is funny.

Then I show my grandmother. Ok, what you need to know about my grandmother is a strict Italian catholic. She sees his name, and starts going on and on about what a wonderful priest he was and she was shocked to see him leave the church that year (Hence he went to teaching Latin at a public school). Didn't really think too much about it. I don't think I'd want to be a priest, though I don't want to be a public school teacher either.

Then during summer I show my Dad my class and teacher list. What you need to know about my dad, he has a mean ass temper. He is also racist and homophobic, well he hates everyone but hates non straight non white people more. Also, my father went to a private catholic school but was expelled his senior year less than 2 months before graduation.....for punching a priest. So, he sees my teacher list, and shares that is the priest he was expelled for hitting. Oh that's just great lol. Him decking someone not odd actually, but when I asked why, he didn't have a reason. This was odd, as generally, he would have something that boiled down to he fucking deserved it, he was wrong, I was right. You know the type.

So anyway, Latin was boring. Ended up getting in trouble with former priest current teacher for ditching class, lying about it, then throwing attitude when called out for it. As he is yelling at me, it finally hits me. OMG, ex priest likely hit on my dad, thus getting decked (dad would totally deck a guy for hitting on him, but also be embarrassed that they thought it could be possible thus wouldn't have the normal story) , probably had similar behavior, thus leaving the church, and likely has no idea my mom is the waitress at the gay bar who serves him several nights a week, and he is probably in the closet. This hits me right before the teacher says he is going to call my parents, thus I decide to test my theory. I say, you should, which would you prefer, my dad, you know him, his name is XXXX, actually, I think you two had a physical altercation in the 70s, and he was expelled after it. Or would you prefer my mom, you know her too, her name is XXXX and she is a waitress at unnamed gay bar. She is the thin tall bleached blond short haired chick. And indeed, the color just drained from his face, he shut up, and he completely ignored me for the rest of my time those 2 years.

That is the only time I ever blackmailed a teacher. And the countdown of the last time I use my two years of Latin has just been reset to 0. Number of days since I last needed to recite Avogadro's hypothesis still holding at 8767. aren't you glad you took the time to read this drivel?
Justa have to say the story was amusing but as it goes you can say or do anything you want. I enjoy reading all your posts.... You keep me up....:)
 
Well happy monday. I didn't have time to film something just to gif, and we were discussing things I don't post anyway, so tip toeing into recent video clips from my phone that I don't generally post.

so a minute from my bedroom, gif version (so no one messages me because the video won't play)
https://i.imgur.com/Ji0bOg1.gifv

or video version for those who don't like the pixelation my gif converter causes, or really want to hear law and order in the background (again, tv and fans to drown out the sound from my bedroom lol)

https://www.***********/s/kmcl7e03kvebneg/2018-5-20-12-49-30.mp4?dl=0


Love movie monday! Youre so attractive... any chance you post a video of you riding? Id love to see those boobs move while you go cowgirl. Just a thought
 
Well happy monday. I didn't have time to film something just to gif, and we were discussing things I don't post anyway, so tip toeing into recent video clips from my phone that I don't generally post.

so a minute from my bedroom, gif version (so no one messages me because the video won't play)
https://i.imgur.com/Ji0bOg1.gifv

or video version for those who don't like the pixelation my gif converter causes, or really want to hear law and order in the background (again, tv and fans to drown out the sound from my bedroom lol)

https://www.***********/s/kmcl7e03kvebneg/2018-5-20-12-49-30.mp4?dl=0
spectacular!! and who knew you could make orange look so damn sexy, too??
 
LOL - I love the weird jumps that our brains make. Mine works the same way, I start off and in one direction and then suddenly I am someplace else and wondering "how the hell did I get here from there". Over the years I've learned to just go with it. Most of the time it ultimately works out in my favor. Most of the time. :)

It's am indifferent day here at work - mostly quiet, so I am looking forward to actually getting a couple of things done and just easing my way through the day.

I know I already commented on the video but let me just refresh the comment and say "Damn. Love the quiver."
 
I'm sure it'll bounce plenty when I spank it. ;)

lol skanky days inn. Well Peachtree Industrial is a long ass road, not to mention the traffic. I'm curious as to what area that was. I grew up in Atlanta.

well damn, I was proud of myself for knowing north east. Seriously, I got lost there all the time. I swear I took 85 4 exits south to get down town, thus should head north to get home, Well every time, I find 85, head north and I am already north of my exit. once ended up so lost I was in the middle of no where and the only place I could stop to ask for directions was named the Happy Hooker. Was watching a cop show last night, and they told the cops to head to the southwest section of the building there were in. Yeah fuck, I am out when people use terms like north and south in relation to where I am standing. I don't fucking know. Seriously though, I was more outside, near the Duluth, Lawernceville, Suwannee area. In theory, it was 4 exits north on 85 in 1996/97 but again that only worked for me getting into atlanta metro. I am so happy gps exists.

You were a chemistry major?

I haven't touched a chemistry text for nearly forty years, yet you brought back all sorts of images and thoughts

Tu loqueris PV=mRT?

I was not. Just one of the many things I was forced to remember and regurgitate as a kid that I never used later. and no not just the ideal gas laws, but literally spit out word for word equal volumes of gas etc etc. Honestly, when it came to chemistry, does it have a cool exothermic reaction, can I use it to burn something or blow something up, does it get one high, if they answers where no to all those, I was not that excited. Though, I will say part may have been the chemistry teacher, he was this really really old, boring, soft spoken, monotone guy. He would get overly excited about certain parts (not involving cool exothermic reactions) and would get all red in the face and breathing heavy and we thought for sure he was going to have a heart attack. One of the few teachers we never fucked with, because while we sucked, we didn't actually want to kill anyone. A friend shared his obituary like 5 years ago, I was shocked he another 25 years. Anyway, the soft spoken monotone part kind of made me daydream.

hair steals thing.

I have doted on your hair from afar, Is there any other intimate parts of you that takes part in petty larceny?

well my hands are the worst pen and lighter thieves. I don't even know they are doing it. And my mouth is excellent at stealing unhealthy food and making it vanish. And of course my tits steal things all the time. When I take off my bra, I get to see all the things I collected throughout the day.

Yes I do . One that only an IT beaver can work on and solve.
It is an in depth project with a lot of meetings.

mmm meetings.

Never knew I could like Law and Order so much! Love hearing your moans. Definitely want more!

haha. you might get to hear criminal minds someday too. or forensic files, awesome

LOL Thanks for sharing that story!!!:rose::rose:

haha. well i like to ramble about what pops into my head

Justa have to say the story was amusing but as it goes you can say or do anything you want. I enjoy reading all your posts.... You keep me up....:)

being up is a good thing

Love movie monday! Youre so attractive... any chance you post a video of you riding? Id love to see those boobs move while you go cowgirl. Just a thought

thank you. Well the videos with hubby would be a no go, as no permission. Again, I am not permitted to even be here (he does indulge my exhibitionism by willing permitting a camera though, just what is captured goes nowhere) as far as alone, there are a couple clips on my phone, maybe someday I will.
 
spectacular!! and who knew you could make orange look so damn sexy, too??

Well thank you.

LOL - I love the weird jumps that our brains make. Mine works the same way, I start off and in one direction and then suddenly I am someplace else and wondering "how the hell did I get here from there". Over the years I've learned to just go with it. Most of the time it ultimately works out in my favor. Most of the time. :)

It's am indifferent day here at work - mostly quiet, so I am looking forward to actually getting a couple of things done and just easing my way through the day.

I know I already commented on the video but let me just refresh the comment and say "Damn. Love the quiver."

yes, my mind is a disorganized, messy, poorly filed place. however it usually works out ok. and um thanks, guess that is a plus to a big flabby ass, watching it shake under no control of its owner lol.
 
Well thank you.

yes, my mind is a disorganized, messy, poorly filed place. however it usually works out ok. and um thanks, guess that is a plus to a big flabby ass, watching it shake under no control of its owner lol.

LOL - yes, that is definitely a plus. My mind is filled mostly with strange things that are only tangentially related to each other and yet - sometimes they combine and I have my moments of brilliance. They're quick and they rapidly fade, but they are endlessly entertaining.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top