Good Monday morning everyone, hope the weekend went well. M..

Good Monday morning everyone, hope the weekend went well. Mine was incredibly busy. My pre-planned activities were vast this weekend. Not one of them went through. That’s OK, I had a great time but in a normal kind of way. It’s good to be normal now and then. I can only take so much of it but even so, it’s good to visit normal town once in a while. I had this vision of being in a crowded concert, giving Bob a handjob, and letting him dribble sperm all over my jeans when he came. Didn’t happen. I was going to go to the Strongman event as well. I had hopes of getting a few numbers of potential sexual encounters. Didn’t happen either. Life happened instead. Which thankfully for me there is still more to cum. I will resume my normal abnormal activities this week starting as of now. Had a hard time getting any serious content made this weekend, so these photos will have to carry you over for the next few hours till I can get some good stuff going. There are solid nudes at the end, so flip through them till you get to them! I did drive by the Strongman event this weekend and they were letting out. They were all 10 to 20 yrs younger than I was. At first, I was like, damn, I’m getting old. Then I got to Target and I MILFed Target right the fuck out. I had people checking me out, smiling at me, one even talked with me. So, who gives a shit about age? They would be so lucky if I fucked their dick clean off. That is exactly what I would do. I find myself having to hold back so I don’t destroy the cock and turn into a submissive wobbly little “please, please, please, can I do it again” weenie. I have to go slow, so it builds confidence. Make it feel like it rules my pussy, not the other way around. I’m okay with that. I enjoy the song and dance routine of it. Sometimes I’m successful and the penis does become the master of my pussy. Other times I lose patience and fuck it into submission. Which wouldn’t be so bad if the guy it’s attached to didn’t get so touchy about it. But they do. They always want to be the leader. Want me to want to beg for it. The “I am the owner of the mighty cock syndrome.” If you have a mighty cock mentality and you know it, that’s awesome. If you don’t, it’s an issue. Just let me destroy it, it’s easier, and it’s way more fun. No, you won’t own my pussy but will get fucked into oblivion now and then, when I feel it’s your turn. This is a weird little essay I’m writing here. I need to get laid. Not that I haven’t been getting laid, I have been. It’s just that I thought I was going to still be dripping sperm out of both of my holes this morning. That obviously didn’t happen. I need to make up for lost ground, so to speak. With that said, I feel sorry for whoever gets the pleasure of slipping their dick inside of me first. They better hold on to it or I might just keep it for myself. Just saying… if you know what I mean! No point in reading on if you don’t have any interest in “adult” stuff. I don’t blame you, I have little interest in things that aren’t adult either. Except at night. I read all kinds of literature on my reader every night. That’s the exception. I could also care less about what some goofy ex-porn slut might have to say. Most of it will be pure moronic babble. So why write it then? Because I feel like it. I enjoy the experience even if the only person who reads it is me. At least I don’t make stuff up and then ask you to buy stuff or give me money for some made up disaster on GoFundMyLies. I quit joining OF accounts because they would send me obvious mass messages about how horny I made them and I should pay to see how horny I make them. It’s all the same crap. Look, if you made me horny, the absolute last thing I’m going to do is ask you to pay for me to show you how wet you made me. The only thing I’ll be sending you is my number. I’m not fucking around. Think about it. Someone makes your dick hard and you think the proper thing to do is ask her to pay to see how hard she made you? Get the fuck out of here. You are sending her directions to your place is what you're doing. I watched 4 of my grandkids. I have no clue how I ever raised 2 myself. Where did I find the patience? Maybe I burnt it all up on them. Who knows? I have 6 total grandkids. Being a grandparent is the greatest, though. Super simple job. Just do cool shit with them for a few hours and you are an instant superhero. Then you send them home to mom and pops and they get to deal with doing the non-cool shit like homework. My cool shit involves doing crap outside. Bikes, skateboards, sport-type games, and so on. They get banged up. All 4 of them went home with scrapes and bumps and taped-up fingers. Look, I know you are going OMG! but settle down a little there Nancy Drew. They love that shit. No crying unless you're dying is my thing. They were proud of every bump and bruise because they earned every one of them. One of them bounced their head off the bottom of my truck, trying to go under it with a skateboard. Knocked himself silly. Live and learn, little one, live and learn. Never trust Grandma’s challenges. He got it the second time, though. I don’t allow phones to be on when they get here. I find that to be rude. There are only two of them and one doesn’t even bother bringing it anymore. They get turned off and put away. No phone will ever be more important than me, especially if it’s off and out of reach. We don’t need them, anyway. It’s game on the minute they walk through the door to the minute they leave. I was busy when they showed up, but no problem. I have a massive fenced-in yard and I live in Central Fl. We have wildlife every square inch. So I challenged them all to who could catch the biggest lizard by hand only. I had to shut the contest down an hour later. See what I’m doing here? Cool shit. Which means I get to be the greatest person ever without doing a damn thing. Am I the greatest grandparent in the world? Not even close. I’m probably hovering around the bottom twenty percent. But I am not one of those ludicrous “look at me… “I am a responsible super parent/grandparent. Did you just see what a great parent/grandparent thing I just did? Wait, look at me some more! I’ll do something else that’s even more responsible and super great!” Yeah, fuck that. Those kids are doomed to a life of ding dongery. I doubt “ding dongery” is a word, but you get the idea. But anyway, that was my weekend. Teaching my little monsters that bouncing off the ground isn’t the end of the world. It better not be because by the time you get to my age, bouncing off the ground is a daily occurrence. Embrace the bounce.