THE ESSENCE OF HUMAN LIFE
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Posted:Jul 13, 2016 9:19 am
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Open your mouth my smooth-skinned beauty and sample the cream of your existence...
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DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY, AND IF SO WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SIGNS?
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Posted:Jul 12, 2016 3:05 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2016 3:53 am
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I DO believe a little in Astrology. When I was a lot of years younger I delved into Astrology, and did a lot of reading and studying books that covered the subject. At one time, when I lived briefly in Monterey, California, I even did astrological birth charts for a few people. An astrological birth chart covers all the planets in our solar system and their placement in a person's chart when the person was born.
This little post I'm writing can't cover all the things that a person's birth chart attempts to cover. Things like the Rising sign, the placement of the moon, and the position of important planets like Mars, Venus, and Jupiter aren't covered here...
About all I can touch base on in this post is the SUN sign of people. This is the sign that covers the 12 Sun signs of the Zodiac, and is what is usually covered when you read about your sign in a newspaper or magazine.
The Sun sign is what is meant when someone asks you, "Hey, Dude! What's your sign?"
Whether your sign is Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius or Pisces, people believe that the different signs of the zodiac present different characteristics in personalities.
Do you have a favorite "sign" ? What about YOUR sign? Do your personality quirks follow along with what you've read about how your birth sign is "supposed" to make you act? Or is it all just silly junk as far as you're concerned?
A BIG interest that people have regarding Astrology is about the signs of the zodiac that are supposed to be compatible to yours.
What is the your sign, and then what is the sign of your "love interest" ?
BY DAVID STARDUST...JULY 12, 2016...TUESDAY MORNING
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AS BAD AS THE "C" WORD IS FOR A WOMAN, A MAN'S "J" WORD IS JUST AS BAD...
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Posted:Jul 11, 2016 3:45 am
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When the thin veneer of civilization is stripped away from most men, the animal beneath that thin layer is shown front and center.
A lot of men look in the mirror and love this primitive glimpse of themselves.
To go back to the jungle, back to the beginnings of evolution, back when they could grab any woman from a village and do everything they wanted to her with no local sheriff or FBI coming for them. O.M.G. how the Macho Men LOVE that thought.
The thought of being able to treat your wife and daughters in anyway you want to, or to have an entire harem of females under the Macho Man's thumb, is his idea of glory, of power, of masculinity.
So came the word JUNK into the lexicon of English. The Macho Man would never use the civilized term for his genitalia. Nor would he ever use the civilized terms for a woman's pudendum.
All of the uncouth terms for human genitalia are slaps in the face of nature, and the
wondrous way in which nature has lured us into continuing the species. First she gives us the taste of honey, then comes the work and toil and responsibility of protecting and teaching the until it's grown.
The primitive Macho Man cares not one bit about raising . He brags about all the he's fathered or believes he's fathered with his JUNK, without ever giving a penny to the mother's of his to help in feeding, clothing, and schooling those poor .
The REAL MACHO MAN is not this bum that I've set out here, but the quiet, gentle, intelligent man who schools himself to be able to find a suitable career where he can earn enough money to support a family.
Then he marries a woman who will be the mother of his and stays with her through the struggles in their life together, until nature takes them back to the dust from where they came.
But...don't be too hard on the first described Macho Man, and his JUNK. He can't control himself very much. Nature has given him too much testosterone and too little brains.
by david stardust... July 11, 2016--Monday morning...
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ARE YOUR CRAVINGS OUT OF CONTROL ?
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Posted:Jul 10, 2016 4:16 am
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I don't know if every human has cravings that they need to control. I do know however that everyone I've ever gotten to know, has had some gnawing craving in their life to pester them from time to time. This includes me.
A craving that nearly everyone has, involves FOOD. When our distant relatives lived by hunting and browsing off the land, they ate to LIVE. Now, many of us LIVE to eat.
Do you have a terrible, constant craving for sweets? For chocolate? For Coke, or Pepsi, Sprite? Any of the other thousand and one sweet soft drinks and sugar loaded fruit drinks? I'm fortunate about this because I don't have much of a craving for sweet things and can go for for long periods of time without touching anything that has sugar or fructose added to it.
How about the craving for salty, greasy food? I do have a constant craving for NUTS, and not just the human kind.. All kinds of nuts, walnuts, pecans, Brazil nuts, almonds, peanuts, cashews....I sometimes think I'm part squirrel.. I know some people think I'm squirrely! lol.
M. and I both also love white pop corn popped in a hot air popper and oiled with butter and salt. Popcorn by itself is a healthy snack, but we've never liked popcorn without oil and salt on it, which tends to make it not so healthy.
The craving for things we put in our mouth like cigarettes, or other tobacco products is also prevalent with a lot of people. I'm not even going to touch the craving some people have for drugs. M. and I have never touched drugs, so we don't know anything about that sort of craving.
Americans all across the country are too fat. M. doesn't seem to have a problem with putting on weight, but I do.. During the hot summers here when I'm housebound during the majority of the daylight hours with temperatures outside on the desert of well over 100, I nearly always put on ten pounds or more during the summer. I've never had any trouble taking the extra weight off once cool weather sets in again, but I wish I had more control over my cravings to stop adding the additional weight to begin with. I'm 6 ft. 3, and I like to keep my weight at 180.
Cravings for other things in our lives also can torment us. When I was younger I had the craving to RUN each day. It was healthy for me, but at the same time, a fast walk is much easier on the knees and body and is just as good in getting the heart pumping. At the age I am now, that's exactly what I do--walk.. Each morning before the hot sun rises I take the dogs for a brisk walk of about a mile. When the sun goes down in the evening, I once more take the dogs for an evening walk.
The best way I've found for myself to break any craving I have that I don't want, is to simply go "cold turkey". That's the way I broke my cigarette smoking habit when I was 40 years younger than I am now. I also gave up all alcohol at the same time I quit smoking. I liked drinking, but it made me too reckless and was starting to lead me into doing things that were too dangerous, and would eventually get me in trouble with the law, or dead.. I saw the writing on the big white cement wall in my head and quit alcohol before it did me in. Also, I couldn't stop smoking while I still went into bars for a beer. As soon as I'd had a couple of beers I always lost all self control, and lit up a cigarette!
Breaking cravings is a problem for just about everyone. We all seem to have our own ways of doing it. Some things work, and others don't.
Good luck to you if you have something you're trying to kick as you read this post.
Something to try in breaking your habits is meditation. Sitting quietly while imagining yourself being in the future and thinking how you ONCE had a habit that you kicked and now have no desire at all for, works wonders for me and other people I know..
by david stardust... July 10, 2016...Sunday morning...
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WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR LIFE AWAY FOR SOME CAUSE?
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Posted:Jul 9, 2016 3:05 am
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I think, and I hope, that the number of people willing to sacrifice themselves for a cause is very small --in single digits.
Sacrifices for religious, ideological, or political beliefs are so totally ridiculous -- even insane-- that I personally couldn't even fantasize about doing such a thing.
It IS possible for me to imagine throwing myself in front of a speeding car about to run over one of my , or even one of my beloved dogs. I would do that (at least I think I would), in the hopes of saving the or and perhaps saving myself too, by rolling, after pushing the or animal out of the way.
However, giving my life away for some group "cause" is completely foreign to me. I've never been a "joiner" for anything. Oh, I've BELONGED to a lot of clubs and groups, but I certainly never invested my entire body and soul in any of them. I feel I never will.
A person with even a small amount of cynicism running through his veins, never invests his body and soul into someone else's dream of utopia or any other dream. I'm that sort of person. Do you feel the same way? Or...are you someone who would readily give away his life for some religious, political, or ideological cause?
For someone to sacrifice their lives, I believe there HAS to be precursors to WHY they would do such a thing. In my frame of life's reference, I believe a person's life must be so terrible--so devoid of any pleasure--that to end it all would be a preference to continuing on in pain, whether the pain is physical or mental. Some people can get so bound by the restraints in their own minds, that they never experience the freedom of free thinkers.
Speaking for myself and I hope for a lot of additional people reading this post, my life is far too pleasurable and too happy for me to ever forfeit it for any "cause" sponsored by a ragtag group of maladjusted lame brains.
One of the reasons military units and leaders like to have very young men and women join their units, is because these young people don't have a firm grip on their own right to be individuals with their right to live full and beautiful life's, and not have their minds twisted around some other person or group's distorted view of life.
by david stardust.. Saturday morning, July 9, 2016
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THE YEARNING OF THE HEART, OR THE CRAVING OF THE COCK?
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Posted:Jul 8, 2016 2:34 am
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If we humans are made to choose one over the other, most of us will choose LOVE.
But..we'll find ways to cheat.
Little offspring will pop up in places around us looking suspiciously like us. Propagation of the species is what NATURE wants from us and "She'll" get it no matter what else gets in "Her" way.
When societies create laws to regulate SEX. They know darn well those laws will be broken at every opportunity their citizens find ways to break the laws-- and get away with that law breaking.
The sale of sex for money or for some sort of trade is done worldwide. Every imaginable form of sex is practiced by humans on this planet. Some forms of sadistic sex is so horrible that extreme measures are taken by worldwide police to stamp out as much of the terrible forms of sexual abuse as possible. But pockets of it still go on.
The total repression of ALL sexual release, always, invariably, leads to violence. Societies all try to channel their citizen's sexual activity into family units. Couples with are the stable glue that holds most of the world's population together without sexual chaos. Couples with families are easily manipulated and are easy to control and take advantage of.
Rogue males on the other hand, are the dangerous revolutionaries of our world.
Both male and female homosexuals live in the shadow world of societies. Female gays who are content to keep a low profile of their sexual lives, or get married to their woman partner, can live quite normal lives in the U.S. and Europe. Gay men have a more difficult time finding respect even when they do marry their partner. Besides, many gay men have no desire to settle with just one partner.
The urge for variety in their sexual pleasures is a common trait with both gay and hetero men.
Bisexual men are on the fence between the gay and straight life styles. Besexuals of both sexes probably are more highly sexual then straight people. It's certain that they have a larger pool of people to chose from for their sexual pleasures.
by david stardust...Friday morning, July 8th, 2016
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GETTING OFF WHEN YOU'RE 60 PLUS.
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Posted:Jul 7, 2016 4:26 am
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For men, over 60--and even younger than 60--it's really important not to let your prostate gland stay inactive for long periods of time.
Those men who go for weeks or even months between orgasms, are asking for trouble when it comes to the growth of that little (when normal), walnut sized gland that makes the fluid in your sperm.
The intensity of the sexual climax varies greatly in men. Those men who simply get a little "blip" from their orgasms are more apt to go for long periods between those little "blips" that discharge semen. When I talk to men, I usually manipulate the conversation toward sex. I do this because I've always loved my own sexuality and I'm one of those guys who gets a BIG, big orgasm that is close to ecstasy. I've always been interested in what other guys feel and think about their sex lives.
No one has to remind me to cum a lot. I like to cum everyday even though I'm 79. Since I can't get inside other men, and feel what they feel, I have no SUBJECTIVE knowledge of how THEY feel when they cum. I do know however that a large number of men are influenced by what I consider the stupidity of religious beliefs when it comes to sex, masturbation, and homosexuality.
Ancient religious beliefs have probably done more to create prostate illness in men worldwide than any other single factor.
When men don't have partners to create a sexual atmosphere and then a sexual release, they should masturbate frequently. Many men have been taught from childhood that masturbation is "nasty" and wrong, and against the laws of their particular God.
There are a number of things that help men create a desire to get off. Computer porn is a good way to find pictures or sex stories that will create the proper desire to masturbate. It's difficult and almost impossible for some men to break the "taboo" that their parents created in them when it comes to looking at porn.
Much of the free porn placed on computer sites is boring junk. There are however, some good, and very erotic sites, and a man needs to search to find a site that causes his penis to fill with blood and get ready for a healthy release of semen...
When it comes to your own health and the ability to stay that way, the silly taboo on masturbation is up to each man to either throw in the garbage can of ancient attitudes, or live with, and perhaps die with.
by david stardust.. Thursday, July 7, 2016 early morning....
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THE TOWER OF BABBLE AND MINI-CULTURES WITHIN THE U.S.A.
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Posted:Jul 6, 2016 4:03 am
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Until I drove from Connecticut to L.A. and then from L.A. to Connecticut, back and forth a number of times during my life, and then flew across the country a number of times, I didn't fully understand the huge diversity of people and environments in our country. Going from coast to coast by vehicle, and taking your time to stop for a while in cities along the way, is a lot more educational than taking a plane trip.
I've been living for the past sixty-odd years in California. Most of my time in California has been spent in a remote area of Southern California.-- A corner of the Mojave Desert not too far from the Nevada and Arizona borders.
California is a large state with plenty of places in it that still have only a smattering of population even though the population of the state is officially 39 million, and unofficially up into the 40-plus millions.
The population of the entire U.S. is now 338 million people, so this state I live in has a big chunk of that total..
When you take a person from Los Angeles who's spent most of their life in L.A. and then transport them to Maine or New Hampshire, the person will most likely think they're in a different country. Even the language spoken is different. Although in both places English is the language mostly spoken in both places, the person from L. A . will have difficulty understanding what is being said by the natives of Maine or New Hampshire, or from South Carolina, or Alabama, or especiailly in New Orleans if they happen to wander down there. Regional dialects are sometimes hard to understand for a person from a distant region in the U.S.
The social mores of people in different states is different too. The mores go from ultra liberal to ultra conservative from state to state. Religious values are vastly different from state to state, with some states being populated by people who are mostly Agnostic to those who are intensely religious. Food, the way the people dress, the way people wear their hair, shaved or unshaven faces. On and on it goes.
There is one thing that's important for you to heed. If you're driving your car across state lines, don't be at all surprised if a cop stops you with a MADE UP charge. Don't argue with the prick. Just keep your mouth shut and show the cop the information the cop wants and be on your way. Every time I drove a car with California plates cross country I got stopped in other states with some MADE UP violation. Californians are HATED almost everywhere in the country except in California.... Even though flying is a time consuming adventure in patience, it probably beats trying to drive your car from state to state and getting pulled over in all sorts of corrupt traps set up for people driving in from other states....and paying the over-priced fines. You won't learn much about the country you live in by flying, but in the long run it'll be less expensive to fly, and then rent a car in the place where you land....or...take UBER when you land and get out of the airport....
by david stardust... July 6, 2016... Wednesday morning
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GETTING MY ASS KICKED BY FOUR GIRLS
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Posted:Jul 5, 2016 3:30 am
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As a young I read that America's salesmen were the best in the world. I felt I was a fast talker, and perhaps I could make my mark in life as a salesman. At least I wanted to give selling things a try.
During the early years of my life I sold lots of things. Is anyone reading this post old enough to remember Cloverine Salve? Cloverine was really just an early form of Petroleum Jelly. Coverine came in a fancy tin like a chewing tobacco tin, but prettier. I sold it for 50 cents a container. During the years of the Second World War, 50 cents was a lot of money. The Cloverine was sold as a wondrous cream that could cure all sorts of skin ailments. People fell for my sales pitch, and even ordered more when their first tin was used up.
I was nine years old the first time I went from house to house peddling Cloverine! In today's world I would probably be sodomized if not killed the first day out on the selling route.
I don't remember exactly how much money I made from each tin of Cloverine I sold, but I think it was a nickle. My selling was only done during the summer vacation when school was out.
My next endeavor into the selling world was a "New Amazing Invention". It was a cigarette lighter that contained no flint, and lit all by itself by taking off the lid. "POOF" a flame miraculously started by itself. The fuel was alcohol, and the lid contained a thin platinum wire that interacted with the alcohol to start the flame... The lighter was more of a novelty item than useful as a lighter. I sold a lot of those novelty lighters.. I think they sold for one seventy-five cents, and I got a dime for each one I sold.
Next I sold magazine subscriptions, and as I walked back home from one of my day's selling in late August, with a pocketful of checks and money, I was attacked by a gang of GUESS WHAT ---four GIRLS!
The girls were all from 12 to 14. I was 10 at that time. They knocked me down in a sand trap of a neighboring golf course where no one could see what was going on. Three of them held me with my face in the sand and went through my pockets and took all the money but left the checks. "Turn him over and hold him down," the largest girl said, and she opened my pants to see what I had there, then she giggled and kissed me, no not THERE, but right on the lips. Another girl grabbed my member and the girls laughed. I kept myself from crying. I was afraid they'd tear my member off but they didn't, they just took turns kissing me, and laughing, and then they were gone. I buttoned up, and shook off most of the sand, then walked dejectedly home thinking of the money the girls had stolen from me.
My father put his foot down after that. "No more selling door to door," he yelled.
The next summer I was shipped out to a nearby farm and picked strawberries. I remember the pay there, it was 7 cents for each quart of berries I picked. The man and woman who owned the farm had no . The man let me drive his tractor.
During the second year I worked for this older couple they approached my mother and father to ask if my parents would allow me to be adopted by them. I didn't find out about that until I was in my twenties, when my older sister told me how my father had shouted at the couple that I belonged to him and my mother, and that farmers would never get his , and for the couple to get the hell out of his house and never come back.
The next summer I picked tomatoes from another farm. 25 cents a bushel was the pay for that job..
Then my father got transferred in his job as a technician working on the UNIVAC, one of the first experimental computers-- to Atlanta, Georgia. I was thirteen then and I didn't sell anything during my years in Georgia. But I did eat a lot pecans that fell from a huge tree in our back yard.
I went to a Military School in Georgia that was an all boy's school. Homosexuality was common between the boys in that school, and I think it was secretly encouraged to take "the edge off" us boys. I liked that school a lot and made some good friends there-- a couple of them in the bathroom stalls between classes. I was a very relaxed student in that school.
When my family moved to Bridgeport, Connecticut when I was 16, I had given up my selling career, but I did join Junior Achievement in Bridgeport, and started learning about manufacturing things.
by david stardust.. July 5, 2016.. Tuesday morning.
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HAPPY 4TH OF JULY
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Posted:Jul 4, 2016 5:59 am
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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
I hope it works out well for you !
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SPYING ON MY AUNT AND HER GIRLFRIEND WITH MY COUSIN FRANK
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Posted:Jul 3, 2016 3:19 am
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When I was growing up in New York, and Bridgeport, Connecticut.. Our extended clan had big barbecues during the 4th of July holidays--all my relatives who could make the gathering-- celebrated not only the 4th of July, but a couple of days before and after the 4th. ...
The years we traveled to the Hudson River Valley-- to Cold Spring, New York, to my Aunt C's house-- were some of the BEST.
When we went to Cold Spring, my cousin Frank and I would set up a canvas tent outside, about 50 feet from the house, and sleep out during our visit. Frank, my cousin, was the same age I was, but he was pretty innocent compared to me. I taught him a lot about masturbating and doing other things with boys that he was happy to learn about. Teaching Frank was enjoyable for me, and once he got the hang of things, Frank got off on it too.
Frank's mother, a young sister of my Mother, was a closet Lesbian. Or at least she was in the closet until my Uncle Chet died of a heart attack when he wasn't even fifty years old. Aunt C. rebounded rapidly from her husband's sudden death, and came out of the closet with the vigor of a young, sexual woman. Aunt C brought a beautiful Philippine girl in her house as a "housekeeper". My cousin Frank whispered to me in secret that he'd seen his mother and THAT girl "rubbing" together and doing "sex stuff"...
On that particular 4th of July Holiday, my mission was to see that "stuff" for myself. My cousin Frank said he would show me where and when to do the spying on his mother and the girl. Frank knew when the two women would be doing "that stuff."
My now dead Uncle Chet had a sizable life insurance policy, paid by the county. He'd been high up in the County political hierarchy. It was also said that my Uncle Chet was in the habit of paving driveways with county concrete for people who helped him get elected to Superintendent of Roads in Duchess county. The people who gave Uncle Chet" contributions" toward Uncle Chet's frequent election campaigns, were never forgotten by my Uncle Chet. Uncle Chet was deeply mourned by the townspeople when the sudden chest pains he'd been experiencing for some time turned fatal and he died so young.
It was rumored among our relatives that Aunt C. ended up a rich widow, and she was only in her early forties at the time of Uncle Chet's demise.
The second night cousin Frank and I slept in our canvas tent outside the big house where all our relatives and their were soundly sleeping, was when we planed to do our spying on Frank's mother and her "housekeeper." We waited until past midnight to sneak quietly to the corner of the house where my Aunt C, had her bedroom. Cousin Frank told me that Aunt C, and her "housekeeper" slept together in Aunt C's large bed where my Uncle Chet and Aunt C had slept together.
It was a warm night, and back in those years houses had no A/C, at least Aunt C's house didn't.
The windows to Aunt C's bedroom were open so the night breeze could cool the bedroom. There was a Hickory tree growing about seven feet from the open window Frank said we needed to spy through. The window was way up above Frank's and my head because of the way the land sloped. Frank showed me how to climb up the tree and sit on a thick tree branch. We both could lean back comfortably against the tree's trunk and see everything going on in Aunt C's bedroom without her being able to see us.
The timing of our arrival was perfect... As long as we were quiet, they would never know we were watching them make out with each other... My Aunt C. was completely nude and I immediately got a stiff dick when seeing her body nude for the first time in my life. She had short brownish blond hair and was a little plump, but had beautiful big nippled breasts and a large bushy mound of dark brown curly hair on her pussy. I reached over to cousin Frank sitting right next to me and groped his crotch. Sure enough, he had wood, just like me.
The Philippine girl was also nude, and except for having a pussy instead of a penis, she looked very much like a teenage boy with long black hair and a lean, pretty body that was the color of milk chocolate...
My Aunt C. and the girl kissed standing up just the way a man and woman would French kiss. My Aunt went to a little night stand and pulled out something that looked like a black billy club that the cops use. It had straps hanging from it. The Philippine girl strapped the thing on herself at the waist, and then cousin Frank and I gasped in surprise because we realized it was a fake cock. We had never heard of such a thing in our young lives.
All the while this was happening I had my hand on cousin Frank's jeans at his crotch and was working the buttons open to get his penis out.
Aunt C laid down on her bed and the girl laid on top of her kissing and hugging my aunt.
I got Frank's cock finally out of his pants and he didn't fight me at all when I went down on his penis and took it in my mouth. I couldn't see what was going on in the bedroom so I came back up to watch the women again. My own cock was throbbing, and I felt Frank's hot hand on it.
The girl had put something from a jar that looked like a some sort of white cream on the fake cock strapped to herself. She then got on her knees by the bed between my aunt's legs and started licking my aunts pussy. My aunt was writhing around and Frank and I could hear her say "Put it in, put it in, oh, oh"
I bent down to Frank's dick again and gobbled it in my mouth to his balls. But I had to come back up again to watch what was going on in the bedroom..
The Philippine girl was fucking my Aunt. The Philippine girl moved her pelvis back and forth slowly at first with just the head of the fake cock inserted in my aunt's pussy, but then as my aunt lurched up against the girl, the whole cock went inside my aunt. The fake black cock looked huge to Frank and me, but was probably only a fat 7 inches.
Frank and I watched as the girl fucked my aunt with faster and faster thrusts of her hips until my aunt was moaning and saying "oHHHH ohhhh, baby, baby, Ohooo.."
Frank and I watched for probably fifteen minutes until the girl pulled the cock out of my aunt and wiped the cock off with a paper tissue. My aunt then put the girl on the bed and licked and kissed the girl's shaved pussy until she too moaned and cried out with a shaking climax..
Frank and I squirmed out of the tree and when we were on the ground just beneath the Hickory tree, we tumbled together in a 69 position and furiously sucked each other off.
Back in our tent, we made out all night. I spit in Franks little puckered ass hole and was able to get my hard dick started past his tight anal ring. I fucked Frank up the ass that night for the first and only time. He liked the feeling and I know he came when I fucked him because I could feel his ass squeezing my dick and then easing off. That made me cum up his ass. He wouldn't ever let me do it again because he said he didn't want to become that sort of queer. That was alright with me because I liked sucking on his dick better. Ass holes were too tight for the large head on my dick. Tight assholes squeezed my member so tight that it hurt me a little to shoot off up assholes.
After that Holiday, whenever I thought of my aunt I would get hard and need to find someplace to get off.
Aunt C lived a long, happy life. My aunt was either 95 or 96 when she finally passed. Her mind was still active, and she told Frank who was at her side when she passed, "It was a good life...I had a lot of fun.." According to my cousin Frank who lived for five years after my aunt passed, he never told her how we'd spied on her that 4th of July night with her pretty Philippine girl lover.
by david stardust... Sunday.. July 3, 2016...
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HAPPY CANADA DAY
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Posted:Jul 2, 2016 2:41 am
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From Southern California's Mojave Desert
One country whose people don't hate the U.S.A. tooooo much!
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STOP WASTING MONEY, SETTING FIRES, INJURING PEOPLE, AND SCARING THE WITS OUT OF ANIMALS
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Posted:Jul 2, 2016 2:19 am
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Let's all grow up and end this mass hypnosis with fireworks.
Even though it's estimated that this year the U.S. will spend more than one billion dollars for a bunch of 15 minute flashing, exploding, colored missiles, there are no strong movements by any group to end the yearly nonsense.
On top of the billion dollars that goes down the sewer in 15 minute fireworks displays all across this country, the statisticians need to add in the cost of the property fires caused by this exploding crap.... and the blown off fingers (and worse injuries}, caused by amateurs messing with exploding gunpowder...Which they have not done...the real cost of all the money wasted on the 4th of July fireworks displays across the country is much higher.
I've tried to find out HOW MANY tax-payer sponsored fireworks displays will be set off to frighten dogs and other animals, shake houses, set fires, and blow off human appendages. The only stats I've read is 16,000, and that was an old stat of a few years ago...
I personally dislike fireworks to an extreme. You probably assume that's because I'm an old sucker, and grumpy as all heck..That's Not the case! In reality I'm very friendly and good-natured. I hated fireworks when I was a . I've always thought they were a ridiculous waste of money and a huge fire hazard.
Perhaps because I'm an outside sort of guy, I watch the displays that nature puts on with every sunrise and sunset, and when lightning storms blow in... Man's fireworks are like a fart in the wind in comparison. Take your to Disney Land if THEY need to see fireworks for the first time. At least there, the cost of the crap doesn't come from taxpayers, and I assume Disney Land has people who know what the heck they're doing to protect against accidental fires and injuries..
The Fourth of July is a celebration. The birth of this nation really IS something to celebrate. But.. can't it be done a little quieter, safer, and less expensively?
by david stardust... July 2nd, 2016.. Saturday morning.
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