Talk politics.

You're truly evil, you know. Such questions, and so early in the morning!

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Oh you're not gonna evade the question!

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No prob, I'll play. You forgot this place:

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Now you're talking!

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Btw that's the border crossing into Narnia. They have some very strict immigration laws there.

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Show me your paper panties, bitte! Wunderbar.

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Meh, not weird enough.

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It's a surprise you didn't get smitten!

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That car looks perfect for the occasion.

How about the back seat of a bus.

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Various cars, at least one apartment balcony after dark but still brightly lit by nearby fluorescent street lamps (which was not as enclosed as the ones in these photos, which made for an interesting 69, especially once the people INSIDE the apartment looked outside the glass door and saw what we were doing), a park bench (and an open grass park field) in broad daylight (it's amazing how much you can get away with, just with strategically draped sweaters and coats), and several graveyards after dark.

... Oh God, the graveyards. After dark, they have security guard cars that drive through every once in a while (which we should have realized would be a thing, but she'd never had sex before, either in or out of a bedroom, and I was too horny to think of it or to care), which means it's hard not to be spotted, but I suspect they were mostly concerned with preventing vandalism, because they barely even slowed down when they spotted us in the midst of making their circuits, which must mean that they're pretty used to kids fucking on blankets on top of the elevated stone graves.

Oh, and with another girl, on her living room couch in the afternoon, with her folks in the other room, even though at least one of us (her) knew better, because apparently I can be very persuasive when I find a girl's G-spot.

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brockulfsen.livejournal.com

Yup. Back seat of a bus.

Fairly sure the driver knew what was going on.

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notmrgarrison.livejournal.com

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I've done some quality fingering in the back seat of at least a few buses (thanks for reminding me of some sweet memories), but it's not nearly as glam as Risky Business makes it out to be ... except, no, wait, that was the L in that movie, never mind, but still, as my own private joke, I wore headphones a couple of times so that I could play Phil Collins and Tangerine Dream on my Walkman during our finger-banging bus trips (the fact that she didn't get why I would want a "soundtrack" for those moments should have told me that it wouldn't last between us. Well, that, and her being a pyromaniac).

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Unless I do what - fire on the Romulans?

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Win.

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With all that shaking on that bad road, I doubt he did.

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They always do.

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Nantucket on the right.

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THE STARSHIP IS MY PENIS

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My bed. Its the weirdest place on Earth. Strange things happen there. Uh huh.

LOL with such a suggestive fountain, how wouldnt i point that as my fave one??

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Oh look. There's even an emergency exit there!

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Well maybe it didn't last because you wouldn't share the soundtrack with her.

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I work around hotels. One morning one of our hotels got a complaint from tourists in the neighboring hotel that they had seen a couple having sex on the roof of our hotel. The roof is pretty steep. They were appalled, appalled I tell you! So we investigated. Turns out the couple were drunk as fuck (pun intended). Thank goodness they didn't fall from the roof, otherwise we wouldn't be dealing with complaints about "indecent behavior" but murder due to security negligence. :-S

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That island looks sexy.

I'm not sure what the first thing is.

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