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If you want to be my friend, you need to tread really lightly.

You need to be exactly what I need, without me telling you. You need to be able to tell where I’m coming from and how hard you can and can’t push because if I see anything that indicates to me that you’re just like any average s*** for brains I can’t tolerate being around, and there I a lot of those people out there, I’ll just walk. I would rather be doing nothing by myself than around someone like you. You’re a headache. I would just end up disliking you which is not pleasant for either of us to be around. I mean that not show it, maybe I do, but inside I’m disliking you and wanting to be somewhere else.

It’s rare, but there are people out there who get it and me and they do get my respect. Some people of them push me lightly and it does piss me off, so I am in the middle of turning to walk away, but they correct themselves, it gets me back and they seem to know how hard and far they can go. If they like me, they don’t go beyond that point. They win me over. They are out there, but most people are like I said, you average person I don’t like or want to be around. Not unless I’m paid. I hate 50% of the people I need to be around at work. I don’t show it, but I don’t like them.

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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.