Post 1 of 3: Alright, pic time. I forgot about the pics so..

Post 1 of 3: Alright, pic time. I forgot about the pics so here they cum! I forget about the pics all the time and then they just sit there, some for more than ten years. I just found a few thousand I absolutely never did a thing with. Some taken by big time photographers. In the digital storage locker they went and collected dust forever. What does this mean to you? You might see some old time porn pics of me in the near future. We are going with the stockings first. I still have the photos of the red lingerie but we doing things ass backwards today. No, I am not wearing socks today... and I have the matching panties to prove it. Am I the only one who keeps in touch with their ex’s? I think I might just be that one weird person who does. Actually, he found me so not sure that counts. I couldn’t remember who he was at first. Is that awful? But I lived with him for a while and he brought up the fact that he finally sold that house and that put it all together for me. Yes, I cheated on him. Yes, he got ticked off about it. I remember telling him it was nothing personal, just purely sexual. He thought our sex life was great, and it probably was. But it can always be better! I remember when we were breaking up, and he asked me if I even thought about him when I was busy fucking other guys. I am sure that I did. I always think about my man when I’m cheating. It keeps me from cumming too fast with the other guy. You guys have your tricks, I have mine. Plus, I don’t really know what his problem was. He wanted kids, I couldn’t have them anymore. I was obviously the wrong one for him. I did him a favor by fucking things up. Actually, I don’t know that. I didn’t ask if he was with anyone or not. Just that he was still living in Ft Lauderdale. We only chatted for a few minutes. I had stuff to do. Facebook is a weird deal. I want to start like a swinger motel/hotel. Not to big, but it would need a club size room to hold the parties in. So with that alone, I have effectively priced myself right out of my aspirations. But it would be awesome. All of you could cum and see me and the other hotties and couples that show up. I would have a never ending supply of dick and box at my disposal. Literally a paradise. Swing club parties are the bomb. They make all these “super dope” clubs and VIP clubs look like clown parties. I have given dozens if not hundreds of blowjobs on the dance floor at these parties. I used to go just so I could give a blowjob on the dance floor. It was awesome. Hundreds of people watching, a dick in my mouth, fingering myself in front of all of them. What more could a girl ask for? Especially when the guy would cum. It was hard to get them to cum in front of all those people. When they did, I would cum myself, make bizarre faces, odd noises and just cum. I have gotten a standing ovation for finishing a guy off and cumming at the same time. I guess knowing that all those people are watching me make a guy cum and then seeing me drink his sperm is one of my all time top turn ons. Like I said, swing club parties are the actual bomb. I miss going to them. Someone on here was asking me about gang-bangs once, and I think I said five or six guys were the most I ever did. I was wrong. I got gang banged at a 4th of July swing party by 16 guys and ate out several chicks on top of that. That was back in like 1995. No, no condoms. I was a dumbass, but I lucked out and stayed clean. They put a coffee cup under my pussy and after each guy came, I dripped out into that. It was 2/3rds full. I took a swig but gagged. Another chick slugged it down like a boss, though. That made me gag. Now, probably not so much. I’m still not going to drink a mug full of sperm, but I could watch it. I like my sperm fresh and hot, straight from the testicles. I can lick it up out of freshly fucked pussy, but put it in a mug or something else and it’s not for me. Anyway, owning a swinger motel would be awesome. I would definitely rule the town as far as parties are concerned! A girl can dream!