I am glad i recorded it all to re read and remeber all the fuzzy details i still masturbate thinking about it now more and more often. So recently not...searching but maybe subliminally I am cruising mens rooms at random locations and purposefully standing away from the urinals to show what maybe interested men i am willing. After close to a year of this behavior in a walmart restroom I found a middle aged man gazing at my cock as I shoot my stream. I couldnt believe it finally I thought so. That left three of us, peter who had just split from his lady, Tony whose girl was working, though he was determined that he would find someone “for the duration” and yours truly who had no girlfriend anyway! Fate is sometimes endowed with a strange sense of humour and must have felt like a laugh at the airlines expense, filling this particular flight with a group of eight randy young squaddies, most already with girls, and this small group of three scholarly if ripe for plucking young ladies!. My marriage is just so monotonous. I walk into Room 431 and close the door. I take off my white blouse and fold it neatly on the dresser. I unzip my black skirt and pull off my stockings and add them to the pile. I stood there for a minute, wearing my white lace bra and white sheer panties admiring my figure in the mirror. I have nothing to be ashamed of; let's do this. I took a deep breath, then removed my bra and panties and placed them with the rest of my clothing. I wasn't sure if I was. " Well -- here we have a collision of faiths. My faith is that I believe what I observe; and I think you do, too." Yes, I believe my eyes." There is no doubt that every physical observation is consistent with a planet that's four billion years old. If you want to believe a literal interpretation of Genesis, then you have to abandon belief in your own senses. You'll need to accept that God created a planet that's at most ten thousand years old, but surrounded it with the illusion that it's much.