Looks like a modified trailer house, just sayin...Getting my siding project closer every day.
Replaced a bunch of mouse eaten wire.
Put up new siding.
Hung n primed some rough cut cedar.
still have to hand a few pieces, caulk and paint.
Then gonna add some fake rock shit to the entryway.
clean n stain decks and call it good for this year.
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Its just an old fleetwood not modified.Looks like a modified trailer house, just sayin...
Nice. Lookin goodGetting my siding project closer every day.
Replaced a bunch of mouse eaten wire.
Put up new siding.
Hung n primed some rough cut cedar.
still have to hand a few pieces, caulk and paint.
Then gonna add some fake rock shit to the entryway.
clean n stain decks and call it good for this year.
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Just downloaded rumors on utube the other day.
You are in a tough spot.So I have to eventually see my patient/friend again and make sure there are no mixed signals.
I love my husband, I love my baby, I love my life. I don't want to lose that over a primal attraction we sometimes have for eachother.
I like our relationship the way it is. Where we help eachother out, have some laughs and hang out as couples.
Quick put bandaids on yer lipsThat would totally work too. (scaring him)
Speak of the devil... he just called. He's coming over.
Tell him you blew the dude.@Flaming Pie U should tell your husband!
I'm confused it all seemed innocent on your part till you soberly confessed to wanting his dick instead of your husband's pleasuring you....This story made me feel back stabbed I changed my mind don't tell your husband unless you want to lose him...u shouldn't hang out with this guy anymore...u guys obviously can't keep the relationship professional...Sooooo....
I was at a party with my friends last night and went outside with my patient to light up before a game of crimes against humanity.
We walked out to his car and he kept circling around the subject of telling me something when we were alone. Something weird.
I was like, we're alone now.
He tells me I can't tell anyone. He's got that nervous voice he gets before confessing something sexual. I know him well.
I was worried he cheated on his girlfriend or something along those lines. I like his girlfriend and think they are a good match (hell i set them up).
I asked "how bad is it?"
"I don't think I should tell you"
To which I said, "Look, if you ask me not to tell anyone I won't. If I think it's fucked up I'm gonna tell you though."
"Well, it's about you."
I already have a good idea where this is going.
He goes on to tell me that he has been having dreams about me. INTENSE sexual dreams. He describes a bit and mentions that he could see adn feel everything. Everything except my vagina. Obvious leading.
I just say "Well, I'd be surprised if you WEREN'T having sexual thoughts/dreams about me. I know you are attracted to me. It's not weird. I'm not shocked. Honestly, sometimes when my husband is eating me out, I imagine your cock in my mouth. That or pussy."
I was pretty gone at that point. Just said what i thought. Prob should of withheld that last nugget of info.
We went back inside after a couple more minutes of talking. Basically I am getting the feeling that he REALLY wants to bone me and has been fighting those urges recently. Not very successfully tho.
It's not really news to me. We have had this tension between us for a while.
The rest of the party was good. Tho I got the feeling he was trying to pick cards that had subliminal messages. Also leaned his leg against me a couple times.
He was drunk as well tho. Thank god I wasn't.
It is a good lesson.I'm confused it all seemed innocent on your part till you soberly confessed to wanting his dick instead of your husband's pleasuring you....This story made me feel back stabbed I changed my mind don't tell your husband unless you want to lose him...u shouldn't hang out with this guy anymore...u guys obviously can't keep the relationship professional...
Edit....I'm sorry I sound so judgey..it's just my take on the situation!
Amen!It is a good lesson.
Keep those sinful feelings inside like Pink Floyd taught us.
On the other hand If my friend pulled the ole.
I had a dream martin luther king shit with my wife.
This is where I no longer type so my words can not be used against me if it ever happens.
My friends are few but there is always room for fewer.