This is a video that I have never shown before. It's not th..

This is a video that I have never shown before. It's not that old, less than a year. I never released it because, like a few others, this is right after I fried my hair, and I was not too fond of it. I'm OK with it now. It was what it was, and things are basically back to normal now! The three girls are awesome. All very real, not fake pornsters like so many, they truly dig what they do for you. That is the very reason I shoot with them. It's just not worth it when you shoot with someone who is only trying to get a few bucks for whatever vice they may have. They are miserable to work with, and I think the content sucks because it shows. That is why these three are so special. They enjoy every minute of it! If you don't think so, you should see us out and about at restaurants and such. You can find them on here at Melissa onlyfans.com/modelmelissalyn twitter @modelmelissalyn , Deauxma Onlyfans.com/deauxma twitter @deauxma , Casca onlyfans.com/cascaakashova twitter @CAkashova and then me, which already know where I'm at! Good Thursday, everyone, or the day after Humpday, or whatever you would like to call it, it all ends up the same. Come to think of it, Wednesday is like the middle finger of the week. You are at that point in it where you don't give a shit either way anymore. Moving on. Is it me, or is everyone extra sensitive these days? I can't say anything anymore without offending anymore. I swear to whatever god it is you feel appropriate that fucking porn stars are offended by a TV show where they made a crack about porn star chicks and the impending ass prolapse. They think it's stereotyping them. That, not all their asses will prolapse from shoving commode brushes and or whatever else they can find to jam up there for a dollar. News flash...my fine ass prolapsing colleagues, shoving giant things repeatedly up your ass, well, is not Dr. recommended. Your ass will more than likely prolapse sooner rather than later. I will get some hate mail for this but cry me a river and then drown in it. I'm tired of everyone being offended. My right to offend you far supersedes your right not to be offended. For fucks sake, you should hear the insults I get. Some are so good they make me laugh. What they don't do is upset me. Let me count the fucks given about insults sent my way...one...one and a half, well fuck me with a dildo, they flew away, so no fucks given. Holy crap, I sound mean as hell right now. I'm not, but I am tired of having to tiptoe around everyone's feelings. I never go out of my way to hurt people. I go out of my way to make sure everyone's comfortable. I keep my opinions to myself unless you drag them out of me, and if you do, then it's on. I am probably not going to get to many tips for this post. But, as I told you before, I never erase, backspace, correct grammar, edit. If I did, I would just be making crap up that I think you want to hear. I better stop, so let us move on. If I told you that I would be ready in five minutes, would you believe it? I don't even believe myself when I say I'll be ready in five. I'm just saying, in case you're in a hurry. You can't keep furniture if people die on it. I mean, you can, but it has death cooties on it. I don't think you can get them out either. They don't make a spray for that. Just some helpful information if you ever run into this situation. Did any of you ever have the Playboy Channel? You used to be able to get it on satellite TV. I don't even think Playboy is still around, but I could be wrong. I had it, and I used to watch it every damn morning. I enjoyed it. I'm talking way back when Jesse Jane hosted a show on there and was still thin and somewhat sober. I won't call her portly; I will just say she is easier to see now. She was the bomb in her best days. But bombs are meant to blow up...well you see where I'm going with this, anyway, back to Playboy TV. It was my favorite channel, and I always had it on. I just bought a new house. It was awesome. It was a ranch with a total of four thousand square feet with the finished basement. The house was the first house, and the last home, I had made from plans. I had my one-year punch list of things to be fixed, and I kept missing the damn guy. He showed up early one morning, and he wasn't supposed to be there until later. I was watching some Playboy TV porn, as usual, when the bell rang. Back then, I needed like five remotes to make everything work. I couldn't get the TV to change channels or even turn off. I had switched modes on the remote and didn't know it. I couldn't find the power button on the TV, and the plug was behind the TV, and you had to lift the damn thing off the wall just to unplug it anyway. So I let him in. I wasn't going to miss him this time. His face went bright red when he saw a video of some hot chick giving a sloppy blowjob because as soon as I opened the door, you had a direct view of the TV, which was a larger plasma. I had him wait in the living room where the TV was in all its widescreen glory displaying porn. Back then, the only thing Playboy TV didn't show was the cum shot. I never did figure out why, but that's the way it was. But, he stood in that room, embarrassed by the sight of it. I came back in from the kitchen with the list and noticed him looking up the TV, and the chick in the scene was Kelly something, I can't remember her last name, but I told him who she was and that I had met her and hung out with her once before. That seemed to disturb him even more. Then he caught me looking down at his pants, the fucker had a hardon, and I thought he would die. It screwed him up so bad he left. To their credit, the builder called and said they would send someone else out, and they did. They took care of everything. The guy they sent out was much younger, the early thirties I would have guessed. He was pretty hot. If he had played his cards right, he would have gotten his dick sucked. He was very professional, though. The original guy was older, and I saw him a week later sitting in a car waiting for a lady who knocked on my door to finish handing me church pamphlets. I wonder if he told her about the hardon? I did get the channel to change that day after someone pointed out that the remote had like five different device modes, and I had accidentally pushed the wrong one, so the keys didn't work correctly. The good news is, I still push the wrong modes, but at least now I know what to do! Wow, I have been at this for half an hour, my apologies if you read this whole thing! Catch you all a bit later today, sorry about yesterday. I was wiped out at the end of the day. Wednesdays are like that for me! Love ya Brooke