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Your busty lusty attention whore breast still awe and arouse me :devil: MMMmmmmm two scoops of sexy ::p:
 
Well IT beavers are a bit more rare than many other types of beavers, so less competition.



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.

I can't believe we let a Sexy Babe like you get away from HotLanta!! Wish I could have met you back then, but I love the continued ramblings of your exploits!! :kiss:
 
Damn. I so want to get lost in there! :devil:

things often do.

Cleptotittyacs, this is just tremendous.

well in their defense, I usually either drop something in there accidentally or but something in there that is too big for my pockets, then I forget. So not their fault

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.

haha. yes I am quite good at entertaining myself. including sometimes with simply my own thoughts.

you made my tuesday... and i would play motorboat with you... even buy you a beer and a shot too then play motorboat again


thank you. the important question, what kind of shot?

Wow!!! I can get really in deep.
yes yes you could

http://i.imgur.com/UK7sW1Wm.jpg

Oh, and two thumbs and a penis up for this picture! I love beautiful breasts in a simple t-shirt.

thank you. and everything needs a penis up rating scale.

Your busty lusty attention whore breast still awe and arouse me :devil: MMMmmmmm two scoops of sexy ::p:

thank you. yeah, I don't know, I can totally call my breasts attention whores because we are so close and all. I am not sure if you are close enough to my tits to call them attention whores, it could be considered offensive if you aren't close enough
 
I can't believe we let a Sexy Babe like you get away from HotLanta!! Wish I could have met you back then, but I love the continued ramblings of your exploits!! :kiss:

well it was decades ago, so who says you didn't, but I did share the Junkman's daughter sequined thong pictures, so some of Atlanta is still with me sometimes.
 
I get it. Hard to blame such lovely things for larceny. I know I would like to lose something to them.
 
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?

Despite me nicking the name of a Roman freed slave, my Latin is non existent - it wasn’t an option in working class, inner city schools in the middle of England when I was growing up. I love love love that you can speak a bit of it, that’s fabulous / you can officially be my wing woman on my next trip to Italy - probably Bari, because I’ve not made it there yet and I gather it’s the Florence of the south... I can manage a little Italian, I’ll need you for the Latin tombstone reading - this may not be the sort of wing-woman you had in mind... if it helps, I start drinking early in Italy and you can share the room I can get for free with my stupid number of hotel points... that’s an offer you can’t refuse surely? :D
 
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So there are videos of you and your old man having a bit of rumpy-pumpy, are they only aired whilst viewed by the two of you, holding hands at the squirmy bits? I suppose it is reasonable that he can censure the bits that he is a participant, especially if you can have your own secrets.
n.b. (old man is a term of affection in those parts).
 
Despite me nicking the name of a Roman freed slave, my Latin is non existent - it wasn’t an option in working class, inner city schools in the middle of England when I was growing up. I love love love that you can speak a bit of it, that’s fabulous / you can officially be my wing woman on my next trip to Italy - probably Bari, because I’ve not made it there yet and I gather it’s the Florence of the south... I can manage a little Italian, I’ll need you for the Latin tombstone reading - this may not be the sort of wing-woman you had in mind... if it helps, I start drinking early in Italy and you can share the room I can get for free with my stupid number of hotel points... that’s an offer you can’t refuse surely? :D

My school was weird. The actually didn't offer Latin until high school, until that year, and switched it back a few years later. There were like 20 of us they liked to use as guinea pigs for new studies, some stuck, some didn't. But be glad, the most screwed up thing at my school though was the grading system. It was all I knew so I didn't even realize how screwed up it was (for a public school especially) until I was an adult. not exactly sure how UK grading works, but I will assume they have like As, Bs, Cs, Ds, Es. and each has a point value, similar to america. Well my school had negative points too, to simplify A=4.0, B=3.0, C=2.0, D=1.0, E=0, as standard in america, but they added F1=-1, F2=-2. to pass the year, you must average a 1.0 or higher. So normal American school, you do decent in English and get a B, math eh ok and get a C, barely pass science with a D, same with art, and royally fail gym and music. normal american school that would be 3+2+1+1+0+0, averaged to a 1.16, you pass the year. My school, 3+2+1+1-2-2, you just got a .5 for the year and failed and must repeat. Yeah, I was totally shocked that no one else had ever heard of an F2 and taking away points for not passing classes. So yeah, maybe you didn't get Latin as an option, but at least they didn't take points away from your Latin score for not being able to do 10 push ups, not being able to draw for shit, and can't sing or play an instrument.

I'd love to be your wing chick. I have never been to Italy or anywhere in Europe. The most out of the country that I have been is Canada, Mexico, and the Bahamas. It is really neat that you get to travel so much.

And getting in deeper is always a good thing!
yes, yes it is.
 
No matter how many times I see your tits, I can’t get enough.

Well good, because I plan to consider posting them

no permission

So there are videos of you and your old man having a bit of rumpy-pumpy, are they only aired whilst viewed by the two of you, holding hands at the squirmy bits? I suppose it is reasonable that he can censure the bits that he is a participant, especially if you can have your own secrets.
n.b. (old man is a term of affection in those parts).

oh god, In high school, I bought an 8mm video camera for the sole purpose of recording all debauchery of my life and continued throughout media platforms. The videos never get watched though. There are vhs tapes copied from the 8mm tapes labeled shit like Visual Basic, and C++ in boxes somewhere (I figured no one would ever pop that shit into a vcr) and now hard drives full of stuff over the years. It isn't like it was always a constant regular thing, but like the concept of being filmed satisfied my exhibitionist itch in a more appropriate way than outright exhibitionism. So rather than clubs, outdoors, or more secluded spots with a risk or getting caught, the act of being filmed substitutes.
 
Well good, because I plan to consider posting them

oh god, In high school, I bought an 8mm video camera for the sole purpose of recording all debauchery of my life and continued throughout media platforms. The videos never get watched though. There are vhs tapes copied from the 8mm tapes labeled shit like Visual Basic, and C++ in boxes somewhere (I figured no one would ever pop that shit into a vcr) and now hard drives full of stuff over the years. It isn't like it was always a constant regular thing, but like the concept of being filmed satisfied my exhibitionist itch in a more appropriate way than outright exhibitionism. So rather than clubs, outdoors, or more secluded spots with a risk or getting caught, the act of being filmed substitutes.

LOL - a few years ago I was helping some friends clean out their parents house after their parents took a kite (then left in the dark of the night to avoid prosecution for financial crimes, they were eventually caught and both did short time).

We found two boxes of old VHS tapes, so I took them home (I was the only one who still had a VHS player stashed in the closet).

I bought them back a week later - "these are family event videos...and uh, these are family event videos, if by family event you mean your parents, swinging with their friends and neighbors".

Ahhh, the lost treasures of the video age.
 
I'm HAPPY it's Tuesday if you're happy it's Tuesday! Thanks for the grand revelation!

Well any day I get to flash my tits at someone is better than a day I don't.

LOL - a few years ago I was helping some friends clean out their parents house after their parents took a kite (then left in the dark of the night to avoid prosecution for financial crimes, they were eventually caught and both did short time).

We found two boxes of old VHS tapes, so I took them home (I was the only one who still had a VHS player stashed in the closet).

I bought them back a week later - "these are family event videos...and uh, these are family event videos, if by family event you mean your parents, swinging with their friends and neighbors".

Ahhh, the lost treasures of the video age.

Haha. Dont we all have homemade porn on VHS somewhere, but yes that is why I lsbeled them all with boring titles that no one would ever look at
 
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


What I would give to hear you make those noises with me
 
You look amazing sweetie. And I think you can guess what I ment by licking your body.
Kisses
Kaz
 
Well thanks. Hey, we never know what the future holds. Heck, I can't even rule out the past lol.



Well thanks. Seems a few people agree on that today. I guess more is more in this case. Who knew less revealing would be the way to go ;).



I am okay with pretending from the past! I am thinking of all the times pumped you full with my cock
 
The way you fill out a shirt dear, makes those pics very appealing. However the High Priestess should always be documented uncovered.
 
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