Odd video, I do talk in it after about a minute. Took it st..

Odd video, I do talk in it after about a minute. Took it straight from the phone and posted it here. Hopefully it comes out alright. If you are at Bike Week in Daytona, I will be on the back of a HD in this little number so say hi if you see me! Ok, so I just saw a tranny fucking a watermelon on Twitter. Not that I don’t like tranny’s or watermelons, I find them both tasty treats if done right, I just find it an odd choice of visuals. Watermelon fucking? Is that a thing now? I remember apple pie from the movie, but even that seems like more work than anything else. Plus, what if it’s hot? If I had a dick, the last thing I would want burnt is the head of my wanger. Oh, to have a dick… how I wish I could have one. The first thing I would do is watch it get hard. I would just poke it and watch it grow. I can’t feel my clit growing when it gets bigger, but I would think one could feel his cock getting erect. It looks heavy when it gets hard, I would love to feel that weight hanging off of me, bouncing around. I see guys hang towels and such on it, so it has to be fairly sturdy. I want to feel it bend when gravity is applied, if you know what I mean. It looks like it feels like it pulls at the root. The first sex act I would prefer to do with it? A blowjob. I would want a blowjob. I want to know what it looks like as much as it feels like to have someone on their knees, looking up at me, taking my cock in their mouth because they want to. I think that is why I get so turned on blowing dicks. The desire to let someone put their cock in my mouth and let me pleasure it is very sexy to say the least. I mean the power trip of putting a dick in someone’s mouth has got to be hot, but for me it’s ironically the reverse. I get a power trip knowing that I can do things to a penis that the owner has no control to stop. I can make it jerk, pulse, get harder and harder and eventually cause it to give me its jizz. There is nothing the owner of said dick can do to stop it. I am in control of his body, not him. That is a power trip right there, folks. Making me moist thinking about it. I want to know what it’s like to lose control of my body to somebody else’s mouth. Weird, I know. But, if you haven’t figured that out about me by now, I don’t know what to tell you. Tax time. IRS: You owe us money, it’s this thing called taxes, pay up now or else. ME: How much do I owe you? IRS: You have to tell us. ME: So I can just tell you how much I want to pay, you don’t actually know? IRS: No, we know exactly how much you owe us, we just want you to figure it out. ME: What if I get it wrong, no harm, no foul? IRS: No, there are ludicrously big penalties with possible prison time. No pressure. I know girls who scammed their way into getting unemployment, even though they weren’t unemployed. What they didn’t count on was OF sending 1099’s to them, nor did they think that they would end up paying taxes on the unemployment money. Guess what? They owe taxes on the unemployment and the OF 1099’s. What is that saying? Karma is a bitch? One girl is so entitled that she is beside herself because the IRS took her refund check, which she only gets because of her kids, and the IRS still sent her a bill because she owes around another 5K even after taking her refund. It doesn’t bother me a bit. She has sucked off the system for as long as I have known her, and it pisses me off every time I make a quarterly tax deposit. So, I say, enjoy your IRS adventure. These girls make 100K, spend 110K, can’t afford a vacuum, but still find money to buy weed. I don’t feel bad for them. Time to get a life and grow up lest they be a drain on everyone else for the rest of their lives. They took money that didn’t belong to them and laughed about it. Not a care in the world, they may have been taking it from someone who couldn’t afford to feed their kids. Again, I say, Karma can be a nasty little reminder of what not to do. Wow, I just realized I am ending this post on a shove it up your ass kind of vibe. Not where I was going, nor my mood. I guess when I think about them I get a bit ticked so I will leave it at this. I should probably delete it but I don't do that so it stays. How long does one need to know somebody before asking for sex? I have known this girl at T-Mobile for like 17 minutes and wondering if that's to long? Wait, did I just say that? Asking for a friend. Brooke