I'm a Cheap Date

No, I'm actually not; I don't have the stamina for liquor that I used to, but I still require a fair number of drinks before I get to the point where I do stupid things. On the other hand, I'm somewhat more willing to put out than your average bear when sober, so maybe it evens out.

Anyway, this isn't about me being easy, it's about me being poor. Mr. Klein, Perry, I've really got to call him that, had off yesterday for whatever reason, and I wasn't doing anything, so we decided to meet up. Now he's a teacher and I'm a semi-employed theatre tech, which means that neither of us have the money to be spending on drinks at bars or dining out. Honestly, I don't know how either of us managed to rationalize going to a bar the last time we met. I went over to his house with half a bottle of vodka, and he had some booze as well. Cheap, like I said.

Funnily enough though, we each had about one drink and then decided to take a walk in the countryside. Rather, he wanted to and I wasn't particularly opposed to the idea, other than the fact that the countryside isn't air conditioned. We brought a bottle and a blanket and drove out of town a few minutes to the local area of countryside, then parked the car near a field and wandered over to the shade. Since I go from pale to all-the-skin-flayed-off-me-by-the-evil-sun in about a minute, tops, I insisted on the shade. He never struck me as outdoorsy, but apparently he likes to get out whenever he can, he just can't very often. Teaching will do that to you.

We spread out the blanket and sat and chatted, somewhat awkwardly, for a few minutes, before I said that I was still really hot and took my shirt off. I wasn't coming on to him (although I probably wouldn't have done it if he hadn't seen me naked before) and I had on a bra which wasn't that different from a bikini top, but his eyes still got big, and if he'd been standing, I would have seen his pants get big too I reckon.

Then he laughed and pulled his shirt off too, and we sat there letting the breeze try to cool us off. Obviously, the next step was to kiss, which went well, and pretty soon we were heating each other up, lying together on the blanket. A mosquito bit my left breast and it still itches like a son of a bitch, but at that point, I didn't care too much.

He didn't take much coaxing to pull my panties down under my skirt, push it up, and then start in with that tongue of his. God damn. I came like a bucket of boiling water had been dumped all over me. It didn't do anything to my core temperature, but it was delightful nonetheless. I wrapped my thighs around his head and begged for more, and he seemed happy to oblige, gave me two more shuddering orgasms before I finally let him up for air. Or maybe it was just one long orgasm with slow waves and fast waves. I don't know. He's the best I've ever had, I think, when it comes to eating me out. The best man, at least. I don't mean to denigrate my other regular partners, but damn, he's good.

Finally, he got up and pulled down his pants, his hard cock in his hand, and pressed into me, and I didn't even care about condoms, even though I had some in my purse. He didn't last more than a minute, but again, I'm so not complaining. He did pull out and cum on my belly, making a big pool of white sticky, which I collected with my fingers and played with for a minute before cleaning up. Then he looked awkward and excused himself to go behind a tree, and I heard him pissing. Whatever. I didn't care. My legs were in the sun now and I didn't care that they were getting burnt.

He came back and suggested that we move more into the shade, so I got up with difficulty and helped him shift the blanket. We were both buck naked; his pants had gone at some point as had my skirt, and we just lay back and cooled off for a minute. Then I rolled over and started kissing him all over his body, starting at the lips, then around to nibble at his ear, rubbing my body against him, our sweat mingling, then down around his neck to lick his nipples (which I don't often do, but he didn't seem to mind) and then kissing his belly button before kissing just the tip of his cock, licking my tongue down the underside of the shaft, seeing it leap to life. And then, because I was feeling naughty, I sucked his balls, cupping them under my hand and licking and then sucking one and then they other. His cock was filling and he was groaning with pleasure when I finally got to sucking him off, moving my lips down the shaft until it was buried in my throat. He's not particularly large so it's not hard for me.

After a minute of that he gasped that he was going to go off in my mouth, and while I wished he could have held out for fucking, but it was okay; I swallowed his load and smiled, licking my lips. He said I deserved some reward for that, so I got another session from his tongue, and let me tell you, I think I got the bargain out of the arrangement, because while I might have made him cum hard, he was better at making me cum than I was at making him.

When the last orgasm rushed through me he got up and looked at his watch and said that he really needed to get back to grade papers, which sort of spoiled the afterglow a little bit. I asked if he had time to fuck just once more, but he was already pulling on clothes and handing me mine. Still, in the car ride home, I got my hand between his legs, teasing him, and once we got back to his house he grunted that it would have to be a quick one. So we wound up on his floor, me on my back again (he must enjoy missionary like I do) and fucked me like he was racing to the finish. I didn't even cum, but again, it was okay (although later, I really wished it had lasted longer) and he pulled out and wound up splashing on my thighs; it wasn't a strong load.

He helped me up, kissed me, and we set about collecting the things I'd brought over. Then he drove me home, which was nice of him, even though the walk wasn't really that far.

But that's not the most exciting thing. I mentioned Sveta to him while we were talking at one point, said I had a girlfriend who might be interested in joining us, and he was open to that possibility. I don't think he taught her, but I don't know for sure. I didn't mention her name because I'm a little cagey about her. Now I'm going to talk to Sveta and see if she might be interested, because she might, and this is a way to do it without having to open any cans of worms.

On the other hand, I'm cagey about Sveta because... well, I'm a little possessive, seeing as how she'll be leaving in about a month and after that, I may never get to see her again. So a part of me feels like I want to have all the special time I can with her before then, and not share it with anyone. But another part wants her to be happy, and I think getting her exposed to more experience would be a good thing for her. And then of course there's the sick part of me that would love to watch Perry fuck her. Not that he's that sick part's first choice, but he's an option.

I'll probably wind up bringing it up, but if she's not enthusiastic, I won't press the issue. Still, it could be a lot of fun. And pretty much risk-free. He's going to have to wear a condom for her though, which is too bad, in a way. Still...

Yes or No

I saw this on Spnk MeRed's blog and had to chime in. Hope she doesn't mind.

You can ONLY answer Yes or No.

You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. -- and believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming nothing is exactly as it seems.Now, here's what you're supposed to do. . . Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, and type in your answers

1. Been arrested? No
2. Kissed someone you didn't like? Yes
3. Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
4. Ran a red light? Yes
5. Been suspended from school? No
6. Experienced love at first sight? No
7. Totaled your car in an accident? No
8. Been fired from a job? No
9. Fired somebody? No
10. Sang karaoke? No
11. Pointed a gun at someone? No
12. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
13. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
14. Kissed in the rain? Yes
15. Had a close brush with death (your own)? No
16. Seen someone die? No
17. Played spin-the-bottle? Yes
18. Smoked a cigar? Yes
19. Sat on a rooftop? Yes
20. Smuggled something into another country? No
21. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes
22. Broken a bone? No
23. Skipped school? Yes
24. Eaten a bug? Yes
25. Sleepwalked? No
26. Walked a moonlit beach? No
27. Rode a motorcycle? No
28. Dumped someone? Yes
29. Lied to avoid a ticket? No
30. Ridden in a helicopter? No
31. Shaved your head? No
32. Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes
33. Eaten snake? No
34. Marched/Protested? Yes
35. Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No
36. Puked on amusement ride? No
37. Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? Yes
38. Been in a band? Yes
39. Been on TV? No
40. Shot a gun? Yes
41. Skinny-dipped? Yes
42. Gave someone stitches? No
43. Ridden a surfboard? No
44. Drank straight from a liquor bottle? Yes
45. Had surgery? No
46. Streaked? Yes
47. Taken by ambulance to hospital? No
48. Passed out when not drinking? Yes
49. Peed on a bush? Yes
50. Donated Blood? No
51. Grabbed electric fence? Yes
52. Eaten alligator meat? Yes
53. Killed an animal when not hunting? Yes
54. Peed your pants in public? Yes
55. Snuck into a movie without paying? No
56. Written graffiti? Yes
57. Still love someone you shouldn't? Yes
58. Been in handcuffs? Yes
59. Believe in love? Yes
60. Sleep on a certain side of the bed? No

At some point, I may go into a few of these answers. In fact, if there's something on the list you'd like to hear me talk about, tell me and I'll break those silly rules (well, they said I could explain if someone asks me to share, so give me an excuse). [Edit: I have linked to posts where I explain various answers, although as you can see there are more to be explained if you ask for them.]

I have other things to talk about, but I'm tired and I wouldn't have even posted this except I saw it and had to share. It's hot again and our AC is not running well at all, so bed seemed too sticky (and not in a good way) at the moment.

Censorship in Japan

No this isn't about anything. It's a bullshit post. I just wanted to ask what the fuck was up with Japanese porn.

Here goes: what the fuck is up with Japanese porn? I mean, you can show three-year-olds getting raped by tentacle monsters, but you can't show the last inch of a cock? I've seen everything from private parts completely blurred out to pubic hair blurred but everything else visible to black lines drawn across the base of the glans, but nothing else.

I don't get Japan. I like some of the porn, but I don't get Japan. I went to school with people who were seriously into Japan, always trying to learn Japanese, playing the latest RPG, reading manga, watching anime, that kind of thing. I never got it. But what I really don't get is the censorship. If anyone can explain why there seem to be 75 different ways to censor, let alone the things which are and are not censored, I'm game. Explain it to me.

[Edit: Okay, here's a good example of what I'm talking about. It's hentai, but I've seen similar things in actual Japanese porn, and it was the first thing that showed up when I looked for an example, so I'm going to use it. I think it illustrates quite handily that the censorship doesn't really do much of anything. However, if you're at all interested in reading another thing I found, involving a scholarly discourse on the subject, here it is. Don't say I didn't warn you.]

For the record, I'm sure the Japanese are very nice people on the whole, they make excellent electronics, I like their food, and they are much less inhibited about certain aspects of sexuality which I think is healthy. But there are bad points too, just as with any culture.

Oh, and seriously, Google, get with the program. You're a web-based service whose spellchecker can't spell manga or anime. No wonder no one uses spellcheckers any more. They should though, and if Google would spend more time on its current products than offering new stuff that I don't want... okay, not the place for that rant.

Sheri Said I Could Share

As I've made abundantly clear these past months, my computer situation sucks, and as such I have very little way of giving out pictures even if I want to. I'm saying this so you all don't get your hopes up.

But in the past week, I've been given two pics to share which I didn't really need to do anything with (well, nothing I couldn't do in 5 minutes on someone else's computer) and so you're struck in the pants with luck, as it were.

Sheri sent this pic to me. It's her, not me.

I think you can see what I mean when I say that Sheri is also very hot, but much fuller than I am. Zaftig, curvy, whatever. No sis, I am not saying you're fat. I'm saying that you've got curves, and breasts 'til Tuesday. You should have seen her when she was pregnant: wow. But this is more recent, and I know people want to know what Sheri looks like, and I know some people prefer women with a little more meat on the bone, so I offer this because Sheri said I could. It's much more demure than a lot of pics of Sheri that I have, but beggars can't be choosers.

She also told me the story of how she fucked Mr. Klein (remember him?). It was over the phone, so I don't have text to share. Sheri's not so big in the text storytelling department.

Anyway, as I mentioned, she was still in school, possibly 8th grade, she can't remember (ah, middle school hormones). She wasn't in his class. She'd had the hots for him for a while, but he was always so professional that it really pissed her off (my sister likes a challenge, probably more than I do, although I know what she's talking about in this case). So she found out where his car was, and would hang out there after school, waiting for him. She'd heard from some girls that Mr. Klein liked redheads (how they knew, I don't know, because as I said, Mr. Klein never gave off a hint of flirtation when he was in school). So she would say good afternoon to him every day after school.

They struck up an acquaintanceship after a few days. Mr. Klein knew she wasn't in his class, and it was after school, and so he could be a little more friendly. She would ask him how his day was, and he would tell jokes. It was a little flirtatious, but I'm surprised Sheri was willing to be that subtle. I guess she really liked this challenge. Again, he's not bad to look at, and if I were Sheri, I might have put in the time.

She wormed her way into his confidences (which isn't bad to do with a teacher even if you don't want to fuck them, because inside info in school can't be overvalued) and he told her that no, he was single and there wasn't a Mrs. Klein in the wings. We didn't get into much detail on exactly how she parlayed confidence into serious flirtation, but Sheri is good at that. She's so much more forward than I am, and she gets away with it.

Finally, she kissed him. He tried to push her away, was really concerned that someone would see. She said she wanted him, and she thought he wanted her too. He didn't deny it, so he was doomed. Basically all he could do was tell her to meet him down the block, where it wouldn't be obvious. I think Sheri, naughty girl that she is, was hoping he'd take her behind the gym or something.

But he picked her up away from the school and drove her back to his place. More and more, I wonder if it was the first time he'd done something with a student. She said he was nervous even once they were inside, kept telling her it couldn't happen, not really. But she was persistent, and finally after she started taking her clothes off and he could see those very alluring teen breasts, he gave up struggling.

I know, it's odd that a teenager would be seducing her teacher and not the other way around, but if you knew Sheri, you'd know that it was totally in keeping with her. Me, I wouldn't be able to pull it off, but she could, easily. Now, I've let people seduce me, and I've been seduced, but I'm not so good at seducing people who are authority figures.

He took her upstairs to the bedroom, probably the same bedroom where I was, and she pulled his pants down and started sucking his cock without any words spoken. She said he was flaccid at first, from nerves probably, but quickly revived. Then she slipped the rest of her clothes off, lay back on the bed, and begged him to fuck her. Not one to beat about the bush, so to speak, is my sister. In he went, and started fucking her hard.

No condom; Sheri doesn't use them. She wasn't on the pill either, although he couldn't have known that. I knew, but I don't think anyone else did except Mari and maybe Mike if he found out. She wanted to know what she'd missed by not getting some oral from him, and I said "A fuck-ton, sis." Which is true. His technique with his tongue is terrific.

After a minute, he rolled her over and took her from behind, then grunted that he was about to cum. He pulled out, and she rolled over and sucked him dry. Then he sat back with this bemused look on his face and said that they couldn't do it again, it was too dangerous. Sheri couldn't see why, kept begging him to let her come back, but honestly, for both of them, I wonder if it wasn't just the conquest. I know Sheri would have been happy to fuck him again, but she wasn't really going to lose sleep over it if she didn't. The novelty wears off for her quite quickly, and since that was most of why she wanted to fuck him, I don't know why she was so insistent. I think caution got the better of him, and he probably also only was interested in the novelty to a certain extent.

Finally, she got up, pulled her clothes back on, and walked out in a huff. But since she made no particular attempt to get back in his good graces after that, didn't really spend much time on him, I think my assessment is the right one. She was only in it for the conquest, and if he wasn't, he was too nervous to do it again.

Now me, I've talked to him since our first time. There's not really much risk for him with me, which is, I guess, why he's willing to consider another go. We're trying to work out when it will be. I keep offering to come by the school after hours, but he won't hear of it. He really is scared, or professional, or both.

Anyway, that's the not-tremendously-interesting story of Sheri's conquest, and a pic thrown in for good measure. All I know is that if I start seeing Mr. Klein more often, I'll have to start a new tag for him. We'll see whether that happens or not. Hell, maybe I should delete that fuck James' tag and replace it with Mr. Klein, or Perry, as he'd like me to call him. I'm so naughty though; I do like thinking of him as my teacher Mr. Klein, even if he's just a man now. Or maybe it's that I was brought up to call adults by their last name. Seriously, what's up with kids calling adults by their first name? Disrespectful. Never would have flown in my house. Nor could we call our parents by their names.

Okay, enough walking to school 9 miles in the snow uphill both ways consarn it. Enjoy. We'll all keep hoping that other people send me pictures I can post, because otherwise there's nothing I can do.

A Thinker

Got this question that I don't know if I'm going to be able to answer, but I'll take a stab at considering it anyway.

"If you could jump to any moment in your life when you were younger, when would it be? You could meet yourself as "yourself" or you could meet yourself as a "stranger". Would you have taken advantage of yourself when you were "innocent"? Would you jump to a moment where you were involved in an orgy and make love with yourself? Would you participate in a threesome with you and your Dad, brother, sister, Sveta, or Gwen? Think about travelling to the past and having your younger self take advantage of your older self. Think of the possibilities... what moment in your past would you have love to see yourself and be with yourself as another person?" - Jim

Well, there are a few scenarios I could think of beyond the basic egotism of any response I could give. Yes, I'm really that narcissistic; I would have sex with myself. If I were an identical twin, I'd do my twin. I usually think I'm quite sexy. I am that person. Doesn't mean I think I'm better than you, or that I would necessarily be my first choice (wrap your head around that one). But I would do myself. For one, I think I'd know just how to make myself feel good, and that's worth a lot in a lover.

Anyway, I'd say that there are some things which fall into the realm of wanting a twin. If I could clone myself instantly into two, I could think of a lot of fun things to do, mostly having to do with other people, not necessarily with fucking myself, although that would be an added benefit. If I could be the mutant from X-Men 3 (and the comic, too, I suppose) who can split himself into different people, that would serve my purposes, particularly because it would mean that I'd never want for a partner. Having an instant threesome (or foursome, or whatever you call the female equivalent of a gangbang) would come in handy sometimes.

But in terms of going back in time and meeting myself as something other than exactly how I am now, I think I'd pick to go back in time to my college days, because that was when I was the craziest. It's something of a boring answer, but honestly, it's the easiest. I was hot in college, I think, and going back to then would allow me to fuck myself and Gwen simultaneously, which would be loads of fun.

Now, if I were going back in time to fuck myself, but I was going to be a stranger, I'd have to look like someone else, so I choose... well, I guess I'd want some kind of character generator like you get in RPGs, where I could tweak my appearance. Just because I think I'm hot doesn't mean I couldn't improve on my hotness.

But I guess, really, I'd prefer to split myself in two than go back in time. I could have a lot of fun with two of me. I imagine there are a few people who could say the same. Having a lot of fun with two of me, I mean.

That was a bit of a thought experiment, and I guess I discovered something about myself, which is that I'd like to relive certain moments in my life, but not necessarily by going back in time and fucking myself. If that makes any sense. Time travel is too damn complicated.

Now, if being bitten by something radioactive gives you super powers, what animal do you suppose I'd have to be bitten by in order to gain the super power to split myself into two? An amoeba? An earthworm? Neither seems particularly likely to be the biting kind.

252

Well, it's not a particularly important number, but I'm going to use this post being 252 (a palindrome?) as an excuse, because I have something fun to share.

I may have mentioned that I dated a photography major in college and he took some pictures of me. They were fairly tasteful, most of them; a few we took which weren't tasteful but weren't intended for anything but fun. Funnily enough, I saw one of those on the Internet a few years ago, and I haven't seen any tasteful ones anywhere, so go fig.

Anyway, I've been talking to Gwen more regularly than I had been, which is good because she's still fun and I need to be better at maintaining communication with people. She, apparently, hasn't settled down at all, still wild and crazy to an extent that I am not. She was joking about going to hunt down Mike and fuck him just for old times' sake. At least, I think she was joking.

We've been talking about old times, and I happened to mention that my computer had broken with a lot of photos on it, and she said, "Hang on a minute," and then emailed me a photo, which I recognized as one of the tasteful pictures the photo guy took of me. She'd downsized it and it lost some quality, and really it should be seen as a print rather than on screen, but since I haven't shared a photo in a while I thought I'd share it in its full glory.

That's all the bigger it is, really, I swear. Obviously the original was much bigger and glossier. But still, tasteful yet cute ass, right?

Since Gwen knows pretty much all about me, I might invite her to write something for the blog, or just ask if I can share a story or something. Hell, she could share a story from her more recent life; she's been living it up. I wonder how her parents feel, being all straight-laced and over-protective and pushing her to succeed. Not that she's starving or turning tricks or anything, but she's done some wild stuff which definitely doesn't fit into the "good girl" mold, shall we say.

I'll have to get her to share.

Anyway, there's the photo, for those of my readers who've asked for photos and to see the art pictures. I'm only able to post it because it's basically ready to post as it is; I didn't have to tweak it at all which I can't really do without my computer working.

A Few Changes

To purify the Q/A topic, I've shunted all the trivia into a separate Trivia topic. And then I accidentally deleted the Q/A topic while trying to change Q/A to "Q/A and Requests." Fuck. So now I've got to find all the Q/A topic and re-tag them. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Stupid Blogger.

Okay, have retagged Q/A as Questions/Requests, and a few more snuck in because of the requests part. But it more accurately describes the topic, which is both answering questions and responding to requests. As always, you can email me or comment here to ask questions or make requests.

Also, as I said the last time I made changes to the tagging system, I'm always open for suggestions. If there was some way to communally tag things, I might do it. But if there's a topic I don't have but should, or there's a post which needs a tag, let me know. There are some, I just know it.

Now, to bed, because that took too long (but I came twice reading over old stories, so not a complete loss).

Oh, and if anyone knows how to put the navigation links (Newer Posts, Older Posts, those things at the bottom of the page) at the top of the page, please let me know that too. If you can solve that bit of coding for me, I promise I'll get an exciting pic to you somehow, hook or crook. I'm tired of the navigation only being at the bottom.

Group-Sex Fan-Service

So someone requested a group story, and I searched the archives to see if I had already covered my best one and couldn't believe I hadn't, so here's some fan-service. Way back when, in the post about firsts, I said that my sisters had gotten me a ten-guy gangbang for my 16th birthday. If I've talked about this before and I just didn't find it, well remember it was quite a few years ago and my memory ain't what it used to be, so forgive minor inconsistencies. Also forgive my not remembering exactly, because again, my memory: not so good.

I honestly don't know who any of the guys were. I'm pretty sure they weren't male prostitutes, but who knows. All I know is that my sisters managed to wrangle ten of them to fuck little ol' me. It wasn't on my actual birthday, it was a few weeks later when my parents were out of the house (I'm not saying that we were going behind their backs, just that I'm not sure how they would have reacted). It was a weekend, I remember, and Sheri sent me out for some reason or other. I had no idea what was up. I'm slow on the uptake sometimes. That's why I don't like surprises, actually; I'm nearly always surprised, and it doesn't make me as happy as maybe it should.

In this case, they just wanted me out of the way for a little bit so they could get the guys downstairs. When I came back, they told me I had a birthday present waiting downstairs. I figured it was something sexy, but I really had no idea what. And there they all were, standing there naked, all ten of them. I remember relatively little about the guys; they were all white, which has nothing to do with prejudice and everything to do with availability. I do remember one guy, tall, blond, and he was hard as a rock standing there right at the beginning. Most of the other guys looked a little off-put, and there were some half-staff cocks, but his was the only hard one.

I'm pretty sure Sheri stuck around to watch, and while I wasn't looking she may have stolen a guy or two. Mari just gave me a kiss and walked off, although again she may have come back at some point when I was busy. Anyway, I didn't really care; I stripped off my clothes down to my underwear and then they clustered around me and took those off too.

There were a few minutes of petting all around, kissing, licking, breast-sucking, hands all over. I was on cloud 9.5 approaching cloud 10, if such a thing is possible. When I was finally forced down to my knees and the cocks started slapping my face, it was possible, definitely.

The tall blond Scandinavian type wasn't interested in a blowjob; he got behind me and started feeling me up as I sucked the other cocks. Before I knew it, he pulled me over by the hips and down to squat over his cock, then aimed himself up into me and started bouncing me, reverse cowgirl.

Things get a little hazy after that, because I came right away and there were so many cocks and I couldn't be sure who was who and what was happening. I've never had anything like it, before or since. It was such a rush to be the center of all that lust. Believe me, cocks were hard by the time I was done sucking them. In fact, one guy even came on my face right away; I guess he had no stamina or something. With ten, who's complaining?

I remember snippets more than continuity after a while. I got into talking dirty, telling them, begging them to fuck my little 16 year old cunt and ass. I took the biggest cock there (not the blond, but some other guy who wasn't that much to look at and sweat a lot) in the ass first, with the only lube being sweat and spit. I wound up squatting over one guy with his cock in my ass while another fucked my cunt and three more switched off between feeling my tits and getting sucked.

I really wish I had pictures. There may be some somewhere, but I don't know where, and I have no way of posting them right now. But it was just a wild hour of sex before I'd had about all I could stand. It was like being at a terrific buffet full of food you love; eventually, you feel really awful about not being able to go back for another helping, but you just can't. I'm pretty sure everyone who wanted to had a chance to fuck me in some hole, and I know that I got cum in my cunt, ass, and mouth, as well as all over my body. It wasn't bukkake, it just happened while sex was happening that some guys would be ready to cum but not be inside me.

I crawled off the last guy I fucked, waved off another guy, and lay back on the ground panting. I remember Sheri saying something about giving me a break, which one guy interpreted to mean that he should fuck me without much participation on my part. I was so zoned out I didn't really care; I couldn't do any more than lie back, spread my legs, and let him finish off inside me. Several other guys came over and jacked off onto my face, and I just opened my mouth and let them cum.

I sort of passed out for a while, and when I came to, Sheri was in the corner getting railed by the tall blond, and all the other guys were gone. She grinned at me and said "Happy birthday sis," and then went back to getting fucked.

Yeah, I was wobbly for a day or so after that. It wasn't even that it was so rough, it was just so much. I shat out a big drool of cum, and my pussy felt full even the next day, and I didn't have any loving until the following day, just took a break.

But would I do it again? Hell yes. It was incredible. I don't even need 10 (I know, I'm spoiled), I could take 3 or 4. 3 is the start of a gangbang, really, but with more than 3, it becomes more intense somehow, at least in my limited experience. God, just thinking about it makes me wet.

Now, for those of you saying that I'm incredibly lucky, yes, I am. But I haven't had anything approaching that since. I've only had more than two guys a handful of times, I think. So it's still special, and I still love it.

Send me questions or suggestions! Do it now! Don't be shy.

Thinking About Fantasy

No, not the kind written by Tolkien. No wizards, elves, or hobbits here. Although I'd do Aragorn in a heartbeat, team up with Arwen and really go to town... yeah, geek test.

Jim asked me if I'd share other fantasies, and although it's not really a question, I'm calling it a Q/A anyway. Hey Jim, the only person who reads this blog! [Waving.]

Well, a lot of my fantasies are pretty boring, like having sex with various people who are out of my league or are not ever going to fuck me. I know, who'd think there'd be anyone like that [heavy, heavy sarcasm, my ego isn't that big]. I could spend a few pages talking about various people with whom I haven't had sex but would like to, but in the end, it would be boring as hell because half of them would be people I'd have to rename for their sake and mine, and half would be the usual celebrity stuff. Like Aragorn and Arwen, above.

And recently, my fantasies have been either too dark to share, or even completely acknowledge, or pregnancy-focused. I think both are a result of seasons changing, hormones, and mental state, take your pick. The last time I changed prescriptions on the pill I had really bizarre compulsions to eat strange things, not like pickles and peanut butter or anything, but Brussels sprouts and anchovies and other things I don't normally like. This time, I guess I'm just feeling my biological clock ticking or something. Lord knows I feel that. I'm not going to be young very much longer.

But aside from all that, I've had a few fantasies. I'd love to watch my Dad take Sveta tenderly, the way he takes me, kissing her, leading her up the stairs to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed and kissing every inch of her sexy teen body, then slowly easing his monster into her tight, wet space and making her cum, soaking the sheets. I'd like to kiss her while he makes love to her, stroke her hair, see the look of anguish in her eyes the moment before she cums, eat my Dad's cum from her cunt after he spews buckets of white into her.

Actually, while I'd like Dad to do it the most, I'd really just like to share a man with Sveta, someone who will treat her right. I'd like to get her on the pill so he could cum inside her (well, in keeping with my pregnancy fantasies, if I'm going to delve into the realm of pure fantasy, I'd be perfectly happy to have him cum inside her with no protection so she could swell up with his baby, but keeping things more realistic) and then eat his cum and her juices out of her while he gets behind me and fucks me too.

Sveta needs a man. She's perfectly happy being bi, but she needs some cock. She's confessed as much to me, even though she's not comfortable saying it because she thinks I'll take it as a reflection on my qualities as a lover. I told her she's silly, because I need cock too, and I love her and everything about her.

I used to have more fantasies about totally anonymous sex, but they've tapered off recently. When I was in High School, I used to pleasure myself while thinking about being blindfolded and led into a room filled with guys I didn't know, who would use me any way they wanted, just fucking and cumming and swapping until I was all covered in cum and filled with it, belly, womb, and ass. It's still a very sexy thought, but I've had somewhat similar things since then, so it's more a memory than a fantasy.

For a while, my darkest fantasy was forced sex, after some kind of unpleasant experiences I had. I've never been raped, per se, but I've come close, and I was always a little disturbed by the fact that, while I didn't like it, it had still turned me on. So I used to come up with scenarios duplicating the experience, and a few times my brother and I would act them out, because I'd never get Dad to do it. Mike was always much more comfortable with roleplay and control play. But there was something missing, so while the sex was fun, it wasn't the same. Eventually I got over it and stopped being obsessive over it, and the fantasy just became something which wasn't that interesting to me any more.

I got some of my fantasy ya-yas out when I was able to borrow costumes to fuck in. So that's definitely fantasy: getting to wear fun costumes, be in strange places, and fuck.

I'd love to try sex in null-G, in space or on one of those planes (although those planes can only sustain weightlessness for a very short time, so I don't think that would work, unless astronauts are hair-triggers, and even then, not as much fun).

I'd also love to try sex while skydiving. Not practical, but the idea is a fantasy of mine. I don't want to go skydiving though; too scary. Still, being strapped together, his cock in my cunt, falling through the air... it's a fun idea.

I'd like to go back in time and have sex with some historical figures too. Or just go back in time and make it with a caveman, or an ancient Egyptian. Again, not practical, but this is fantasy. The thought of being Pharaoh's concubine makes me dewy. And me without any ancient Egyptian costumes for roleplaying purposes.

My weirdest historical figure I'd like to bone? Chiang Kai-shek. Okay, it's weird. Both he and his wife were lookers back in the day. But it's not just that. I can't explain it. I won't even try. The thought of it makes me tingle, that's all.

In terms of actually-achievable fantasy, I'd like to find a way to go to a swingers party. In the realm of fantasy, I'd bring my brother, or possibly Sveta. Basically, orgies are nice fantasies. Obviously, it's better if there are more guys than gals, both because that way a gal can get DP, and because guys tend to have lower stamina so with more guys, there's more fuck to go around. I think it's even hotter if you're bringing your husband with you and it's really a wife-swapping affair, but swinging in general holds an allure for me.

So there's some fantasy, some odder than others. Some are likely, some unlikely, and some impossible. I don't write this stuff often because I don't think it's as interesting as real life, but I aim to please.

Short Stories

It's cooler which is good, but I'm still trapped here with no AC and no companionship, so I'm going to do some more "trivia" because it's a good way to compress things to which I don't really feel like devoting an entire post.

1. Like all kids, I used to play Truth or Dare, but since I always had to lie when it came to truth, I would choose Dare pretty often. The crazy thing was that most of the stuff I got dared to do was tamer than stuff I would have volunteered to do. I got dared to kiss girls (yeah, that was hard) and guys (that was even harder) and to flash people (hard, right?) and once to run outside buck naked (not a problem). But one time we were a little older, and one of my friends had stolen her mother's vibrator, just a little rabbit really, and she dared me to come to school with it in my cunt. That really was hard, no sarcasm intended, not because I was embarrassed but because it was just physically demanding to be driven that crazy by a vibe inside you. I didn't make it home; I had to pull it out half way through the day because I was afraid my teachers were going to call the nurse. I wound up getting fucked by my brother on the way home from school at the first possible opportunity. I don't know if the mother ever got her used vibe back.
2. I've never stolen anyone's panties, and I don't think anyone has stolen mine, except maybe my brother or my sisters to borrow them. Mike wanted me to give him my panties a few times, but I don't know that he ever outright stole them.
3. I had a boyfriend who really got turned on by me wetting my panties though. He didn't want to steal them, but he liked to watch me piss myself. I let him a few times. No skin off my nose, really. It wasn't watersports, just he liked to see the wetting of panties. He wanted me to wet my pants in public for him, but that's where I drew the line, not really because it was disgusting, just because I wasn't comfortable with it. I might do it now, who knows.

Okay, that's some trivia. Now a fantasy.

Everyone should know by now that I'd like to get knocked up by my dad. But I think Sheri's impregnation fetish is rubbing off on me too, because I'm really getting into pregnant women in general. I can't think of too many things hotter than a hot woman who's about to burst. And I'll be honest, I think pregnant teens are sexy as hell.

So basically, my current, kinky fantasy is for Dad to get me and Sveta both pregnant. That way we could both experience it together, as sisters and lovers. I'd love to see her little tummy swell up, her breasts get heavier, be able to kiss her pregnant tummy as I went down on her, and have her do the same for me. It's true, I'm not into BBW, but preggo is something else entirely.

I particularly like the belly button of a pregnant woman when she's full to bursting. I don't know what it is about it, but I just want to kiss it while I finger her. Wow, this is getting pretty sick, isn't it? Ah well, it's hot and I'm horny. I'll never get to see it; if I'm lucky, I'll get to be with a pregnant chick someday, but I don't want it to be Sveta, not now anyway. She's got a future. Teen pregnancy may be hot, but it's also bad.

But still, it's something I fantasize about as I sit here alone, diddling my clit idly. Well, off to find some good porn.

Mike Email

Okay, finally, as promised (because it's still too damn hot but less so now), the email from Mike. As always when I post other people's writing, I've done some editing because I want it to be up to the exacting standards I've set for this blog, and I hope one day to get it published in the New Yorker. I've also made snarky comments because I can.

Hey sis,

Crazy fun times here, wish you would come around and join in. I'd totally pay your way [He would too, but it's not just about money right now].

Biff [remember Biff?] and I had a wild time last weekend. I'll tell you about it to try and tempt you up here, because I know how much you liked Biff [well, that's a bit strong, it was fun, but...]. He's got a girl he's sort of seeing, brings her over to the house and they fuck like rabbits. Sometimes it's annoying because I've got to get up the next day and they're pounding on the walls, but after last week, I'm not complaining.

So he comes up to me one evening after they've already gone to bed, probably done the deed once or twice, and asks me if I'd do him a solid. I thought he wanted me to get the fuck out of Dodge so he could do the lady proper in the living room or something, and it was getting kind of late, so I wasn't really happy with that. Weekend and all, but still.

Turns out he was just asking me to join in. Basically, his girl had seen me a few times, thought I was hot stuff [and modest too] and wanted a piece. I guess he was cool with it, or was trying to be, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me, right? Pretty funny that he thinks I'm doing him a solid to fuck his girl.

Of course I was cool with that. Shit, I hadn't had any play in a while, and the old hand was getting pretty tired. I asked him whether he was going to watch or what, and he said he had to take a break; I could go in and start with her and then we'd see. You know how he is, all macho, probably didn't want to seem gay or something. You know me, I'm not shy.

This chick is smoking hot, latina or something like that, a little heavier than you but in all the right places. You'd probably think I was porking a fatty, but I'm telling you, she was smoking, and tits and ass being big doesn't mean fatty [Mike knows I like slimmer women, but I wouldn't say he was porking a fatty; that's just crass]. She looked at me when I came in and pulled off my shirt like she was dying for it.

Wish I had a pic to show you [as do I] how hot she was, lying there on her back with her legs spread showing off her brown honey pot, with a Brazilian, her boobs just spilling over her chest, tan lines from sunbathing on her hips but not her chest [his descriptions are improving with practice, don't you think?]. I told her I was totally cool with this, and she said she wished Biff were there too so we could share. I said I didn't think Biff was totally comfortable with that, but maybe. I was stripping off my pants as I was saying this, obviously.

They had a box of condoms on the table by the bed, and after she sucked my cock for a minute or two I slipped one on and asked her how she wanted it. She said, "As hard as possible," so I gave it to her hard and fast from behind. Chick loved rough sex, liked me to call her a whore and a slut, wanted me to spank her. Not like you, at least not most of the time. I came too quick, but I made up to her by eating her out until she went off on my face.

Got up and Biff was at the door, watching. He looked kind of green. I wasn't ready for another go, but I figured I'd offer her to Biff, and I got up, cock waving in the air, and sat in the chair and waved him over.

At first it was awkward, but he finally got on another condom and tried to outdo me fucking her raw. She was moaning and wailing and flailing all around. It was hot, really fucking hot, and I got hard again and went over and let her take my cock and manhandle it while he fucked her between her legs. Finally, she told him to stop, and for being so submissive and liking it rough, she really got her own way. She told Biff she wanted both of us, and when he started to complain, she talked him into it.

Got up on the bed, let her get settled onto his cock, then pressed into her ass, smooth as could be. I asked them if they did anal a lot, and she said she liked it but Biff didn't. Who'd have thought [not me, certainly]? He looked like he was about to die and go to queer hell or something. I felt kind of sorry for him [not me, stupid bastard doesn't know a good thing when he's got one just because he's a homophobe]. But once I started fucking her ass as hard as she wanted, he sort of woke up and started giving it to her in the cunt hard too. It was so fucking hot I was lucky to last a minute.

Came first but he was proving a point. After I got off, he fucked her for like 15 seconds and then came too. I asked her if she liked to eat cum, and she grinned and took the condom from me and ate the cum out of it. Biff looked finished for the evening, and I was done for the moment, so I told them to find me when they wanted more and left to let them work things out.

Wanted more myself pretty soon, thought I could last a little longer this time too, but didn't want to bust in on them. He finally came out and went to the bathroom, and I went back in the room. My cock was hard again and I was naked, and she smiled to see that. She said he was just being a dick, and she could take another go if I wanted one, so I rubbered up and then plowed her back door for a long time. Biff came back, saw what was going on, and just put on his boxers and walked out again.

She wanted me to pull out before I came and give it to her from the hose, so I did. She was a good little cum-eater, as good as you are, sis [flatter me, why don't you] and we talked for a bit, because she said if Biff was going to be all crazy she'd just spend some time with me. It wasn't pillow talk, and there wasn't really any intimacy or anything. She just wanted cock. Well, after a while, I was good to go again with some help from her mouth, and she asked me to finish the night by fucking her in the cunt, harder than I really like, and then spraying her face with it. We wound up standing up against the wall, and I didn't make it to her face.

Well, thanked her and left, went to bed, didn't hear any noise the rest of the night. Next morning she was gone. Biff wasn't talking to me, but I figured out that they'd talked and she'd left. Was afraid the awkward vibe was going to make life miserable, but after a day of sulking he came around and said that actually two-timing her had been pretty hot, and if I didn't mind, he knew she'd want to try it again. Mind? [Mind?!? Yeah, I'm sure you minded.]

So that's where things stand, sis. Glad I didn't fuck up the situation, and if he's going to play it cool, I'll play it cool, and maybe I'll get some more play from his girl. If you'd come up, I could trade him fucking his girl for him fucking mine... wait, he did fuck you, didn't he? Well, we could share you. I know you'd like that.

Love, Mike

He does a good job tempting me. Biff... meh. But DP is very tempting. And I thought the story was hot and interesting, and so I'm sharing it. If you've got ideas for anything hot or interesting or both I could talk about, you know where to reach me. Seriously, ask questions, suggest topics, I'm open.

Too Hot

It is motherfucking hot, and I dislike hot weather, and now our AC is broken. I'm sticky all the time. Fuck!

Sorry, I thought I'd get the bitching out of the way. I've been busy and not much has been happening. Still waiting to hear from jobs I've applied to. Not expecting much. I saw Sveta last weekend, but we don't expect a repeat this weekend because we'll both be busy.

But seriously, even if I could see her, we'd have to find somewhere else to go, because it is hotter than hell in the house. And humid. So very humid. And that's bad because I don't like it, but also for two other reasons:

1. Heat makes me horny.
2. Heat makes me dislike fucking.

Really, it's a vicious cycle. I'm so fucking pent up right now, but I don't want to excite myself because I'll just make myself hotter. I haven't fucked since the AC went off the reservation, nor have I played with myself during the day. At night, it gets cool enough that I can at least scratch the itch, but it's still really sticky, and I'm just not up for sticky, sweaty, humid sex.

I can't got to Sveta's house, obviously. I've been thinking about inviting myself to Kate's house on the off chance that it's cooler over there, although it might not be, since she and Roger seem to be hot-weather people. Christ, even with the AC working, it wasn't completely pleasant. I just want to find a cool, dark corner somewhere and an available cock and go to town, maybe with ice cubes involved.

Sorry that this is just more bitching, although I do think it's bizarre that heat makes me horny and robs me of the desire to do anything about it. I got an email from Mike the other day I thought I'd share when I got a chance, so look for that, which I promise will be more entertaining than this has been.

Coincidence

So yeah, I'm back, have been for a few days. I've just been busy, and then strange things happened to me, and so I'm only now coming up for air, so to speak.

Well, that's it. I'm back. Hooray.

...

Only kidding. I'll tell you about the strange things. I'm such a tease.

When I was in Junior High, I believe it was 7th grade, I had a teacher who was fairly young, late 20s, early 30s maybe. A lot of girls (and a few guys) had crushes on him, but he was totally immune, very professional, didn't take any crap from us. He had some experience teaching at that level, obviously, because that age (13-ish) is crazy. I'd never teach Junior High in a million years. He was tough, but fair, didn't try to be buddies with the kids, and while at the time he seemed unapproachable and kind of mean, now I can see that he was pretty much the best teacher I had. We'll call him Mr. Klein for right now.

Well, I came back home, went to the store, and there he was in the bread aisle. Obviously he didn't recognize me, but I would have known him anywhere; he's aged quite well. Now ordinarily it would have been a strange coincidence and we would have said hello and then left it at that, but for whatever reason, we got to talking, and he invited me out for a drink, and I said what the Hell. I was kind of tired after the drive, but I was really enjoying talking with someone after about a week of no human contact with anyone nice.

He said he remembered me after I told him who I was, which makes him a fucking mentalist because it's been quite a few years and while I looked okay in 7th grade, I didn't look like I look now. Which may have had more to do with it; he seemed really interested in me.

He got a kick out of me calling him Mr. Klein, but eventually he told me that I was probably old enough to call him Perry (which is close to his actual name, so I'll use it). He wasn't that old, certainly hadn't hit unpleasant middle age, and I was getting into being attracted to him again, because I could remember how he fueled a number of sessions with a vibrator in my youth. It's an authority figure thing, I guess, except he didn't seem too authoritative.

So I was enjoying myself, having some drinks, talking after a long time without any people to whom to talk, and I think he was enjoying himself too. No ring, I was safe there. He didn't seem to be terribly aggressive in his pursuit, but I made some signs and he didn't back away.

I asked him if he had any plans for the evening (it was evening already, but what the fuck ever) and he said no, so we left the bar (I hadn't been in a bar in an age and a day, and honestly I was happy to get out; it was noisy and smelly) and wandered around for a while. I asked him if he lived in town (crafty me, only not really; it was nothing but conversation) and he offered to show me his house.

Honestly, I had no plans; I was, as I said, pretty tired, and I could have just enjoyed company and left it at that. I wasn't angling for anything, but he invited me in. And I don't know how it happened, but we wound up in his kitchen with a bottle of wine, kissing up against the counter. I was not in any way smashed; I had a courtesy glass of wine which I barely touched, and I might have been a little buzzed, but nothing else. And unless he was a fucking lightweight, he wasn't drunk either. We shouldn't have driven anywhere (and we didn't) but we were well in possession of our mental faculties.

Maybe it should have been a little creepy. Maybe it was the creepiness that was attractive. He's not bad to look at, is all I know, and he was very nice, and I was horny and tired, and there it was.

It got a little creepy when he started telling me that he thought I was hot back in the day. I don't think he's a pedo or anything; I think he thought it was something good to say. I said I'd had a crush on him from way back when. We did foreplay talk, that kind of thing. I wasn't up for continuing in the kitchen; I needed someplace a little softer. So he led me up the stairs after I made it plain that I was interested in seeing the bedroom, and clothes came off, and pretty soon he was in his boxers and I was in my bra and panties.

He was stacked, must belong to a gym or something. He liked my breasts, had a bit of trouble with the bra (it's really no reflection on anything; I have trouble with bras sometimes) but enjoyed licking and sucking just fine. One hand on one tit, mouth on the other nipple, and the other hand slipping around my back and squeezing my ass, making me giggle, which didn't turn him off at all.

I offered to warm him up, but he said he was plenty warm, laid me back on the bed, slid my panties down (I was wearing practical panties, unfortunately, so it was kind of boring, but whatever, underneath was plenty exciting) and began eating me out like a fucking pro. I swear, whatever he did, I don't believe I've ever had it better from a guy's tongue, maybe not even from any tongue. He had me cumming hard, and I made some noise, fingers and tongue were involved. I don't know what it was; I was totally out of it while he did whatever he did. I almost blacked out from cumming, it was that intense.

After that, I almost didn't need to be fucked, but what the hell, he deserved it. He started rooting around before I told him I had condoms, then he got one on and asked me whether I was ready. My eyes were rolled back into my head, I think. He got between my legs, and his cock speared me, made me cum again (yes, it was that good, it really was) and he almost lay on top of me and just pumped his pelvis into mine for a few minutes.

We kissed, he made me cum again, and then he grunted and came into the condom. It wasn't stellar fucking, only a few minutes, but the orgasms and the oral more than made up for it.

I was half asleep, asked him if I could crash for a while, and we both fell asleep together. A few hours later, we both woke up, kissed, cuddled, and then I asked him if he wanted to fuck again (try saying that to your grade school teacher), put another condom on him, and let him get between my legs again. It was pretty much the same as the first time, nice, nothing to complain about. I wish he'd pulled out and let me suck him or something, but that's a small matter.

We fell asleep again, but I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't get back to sleep, got up, splashed some water on my face, that kind of thing. I was stark naked, didn't think anything about it until I came back to bed and he laughed and asked me if I had any modesty at all. I grinned, shook my head, and did a twirl, bent over, spread my ass cheeks at him, blew him a kiss. He laughed again, said if I could, then he could too, got up and kissed me, both of us standing there in his bedroom, naked.

We headed back downstairs in the darkness, went to the kitchen, had a drink of water. I think he wanted to go back to sleep a little, and I sort of did too, but we were fooling around. I told him how fantastic his tongue was, and he offered to give me another sample. I dragged him back upstairs, and by God, it wasn't a fluke; he was able to make me cum, hard. I paid a little more attention; his tongue tickled my clit, his finger stroked my labia, then dipped in and out of my cunt, but exactly why it made me cum so hard I still can't tell you. It was like electricity. I may have cum harder in the past, but this was some of the best oral I've ever had.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to stop, but I had to beg him after a certain point, because I was just too worn out to keep cumming like that. He said I tasted more beautiful than I looked, and we kissed again. His cock was hard, but he didn't seem ready, so I finally got to suck him. I was a little out of it so I don't know if I was on my game, but he seemed to like it. Finally, he laughed and said that he wasn't used to fucking three times in a night, but if I wanted it, I could have it. I'd run out of condoms, but I let him get up to look for his, then kept distracting him, until we wound up in the bathroom getting a condom on him, and we never made it back to the bed. He fucked me doggy style on the floor of his bathroom, and while my knees hurt afterward, it was nice.

We sat on his bathroom floor after and panted, and he said he really wasn't used to this. I asked him what exactly he was used to, and he said he hadn't done anything this exciting in years. I told him that four was going to be too much even for me, but maybe if we worked up to it... He seemed like he was about to explode with surprise. I guess he figured I wouldn't be interested in anything ongoing, and maybe I'm not, but on the other hand, I don't believe in burning bridges.

So we went back and tried to sleep for a few more hours. I couldn't, got up, put my underwear back on (I do have a little modesty) and went down and watched some really terrible early morning TV. I didn't have work the next day, so I stuck around until he got up, gave him a kiss, put the rest of my clothes on, and told him to keep me in mind. Obviously, we exchanged contact info.

Now, that was a bit strange, but then after that, I told Sheri what had happened, and she said she remembered Mr. Klein and was surprised I hadn't gotten with him sooner. It turns out that Sheri fucked Mr. Klein, not when she was in his class, but she was still in school. She said that he has a thing for redheads, and likes younger women. So maybe I could have fucked him back in the day. I doubt it; I was never that ballsy. But it was a bit odd to be sharing him with my sister and not knowing it.

I don't know whether he remembered that I was Sheri's sister, or actually remembered me from school at all. But he was into me. And while I now wonder if he really is a pedo... it doesn't bother me that much. I'm not going to bring up Sheri, and I think I might meet up with him again. I know, it's probably a little creepy. Still, he was amazing at oral, and his cock wasn't bad either. And I like older guys. Maybe he was lying and he fucks all sorts of women, but he didn't seem to be, and anyway, he was a perfect gentleman and I enjoyed myself. I'm not going to get into a relationship with him, but I'd be happy to fuck him again.

Actually, I've thought about getting Sheri down here too and having a threesome. Not seriously, but it's an interesting thought. If he was into it, maybe we could do some roleplaying, get our Catholic schoolgirl on, be naughty. Damn, the idea is making me anxious. Never happen, of course... although I wonder if Sveta... no, no, maybe... I am naughty.

Still AFK

Writing this from a borrowed computer, really shouldn't be. I know some tricks to remove traces, and I "trust" this lender. Anyway, still alive, still here, just not home. Happy 4th of July, all those who celebrate it.