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I wonder what goes through the head of someone who has something in their hand, they own it, They have made their mark on it, permanently and strong (obviously) but realistically time considered it belongs to them more than anyone else.

But they’re looking at everything else like its a competition which it isn’t or for some reason the feel threatened. They watch everything and they scrutinize it, you can hear the gears going off in their head constantly.

It’s like they are standing outside their hut with a club in their hand, on guard.

I guess I sort of do understand it though. Its the curse of being emotionally attached to someone. You always have to be on guard and you really need to work to keep things at a certain level. Lets face it, it s****. Especially if its a forever thing. Its like that song Gold on The Ceiling by The Sheep Dogs (I think)

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I have to admit that I love to flash my c*** to adult women, of any age actually. I flash my c*** in my car, on webcams or in hotel windows overlooking parking lots or beaches like in Florida. My c*** is slightly larger than “average” but certainly not huge. Two women have told me that my c*** is really hard. I believe that several women have seen me though none have reported me and that’s a good thing.

One time in Florida I was laying on the lounge with my c*** surreptiously sticking out the side. Across the deck was a beautiful black haired lady in a bikini. She had really b*******. She was wearing sunglasses and getting some sun. Her lounge was slightly elevated but I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. If they were she would have seen my c*** which of course was really exciting me. We were like that for about 15 minutes when another lady approached her and said something. She sat up, raised her glasses and took a clear look at me. She then lowered her glasses and resumed her position. She didn’t do or say anything. The only thing she did was bend her knee blocking my view between her legs. I didn’t trust the other lady so I left right away. That lady really took it in stride. I often wonder if she was offended, neutral or excited.

One night I was cruising with my c*** in my hand looking for a flashing opportunity. Up ahead was a girl hitchiking. She was wearing a loose dress from what I could see in the headlights and she was perfect. I decided to offer her a ride with my c*** out. If she got in, great and if she did not that was cool. I pulled up beside her and she opened the door. When that happened the interior light came on. She could see my c*** but I was so excited that c** exploded out of my c***. It happened so fast that I reached over, closed the door and took off.

I often wonder what she thought. Oh yeah, I also j******* to those memories.