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Thinking Aloud ...

whoami said:
Wow 93...doubt i will live tat long...
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For me at least, I don't wish to live that long. I am a vainpot and I make no apology about it. I dont want to live and see myself having all sorts of funny black and brown skin growths on my face and body, losing hair and have wrinkles all over my body. Lol :D
 
AhMeng said:
For me at least, I don't wish to live that long. I am a vainpot and I make no apology about it. I dont want to live and see myself having all sorts of funny black and brown skin growths on my face and body, losing hair and have wrinkles all over my body. Lol :D
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To me wrinkles ok lah bro. Got money can go for botox.:) For me i dont want to live tat long trouble with all kind of illness. :(
 
AhMeng said:
I have a weird feeling that he is hospitalized for his heart problem. He did complain about chest discomfort when I spoke to him 10 days ago. He had a stent procedure done about 6 months ago. I hope his children has been informed.
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that would be it... I am no doctor, but after some digging, I'm quite convinced that stenting is quite a useless treatment for vascular disease.

The reason I believe so is that vasculature is a whole network of vessels spread around the body. In most of our lifestyle induced cases of cardiac disease, the whole network more or less gummed up already. Not just 1 or 2 vessels. Stenting just targets those 1 or 2 vessels. It is a local solution to a global problem. I would guess there are good reasons for stenting i.e. specific vessels have specific reasons for stenosis, but to me it seems like house on fire, you just spraying water in certain spots. It is also possible that the stent becomes a new focus for disease development.
 
AhMeng said:
My 93 year old "friend" has disappeared. I have been messaging him on WhatsApp and SMS for the last 7 days. There's absolutely no response. Tried calling him, his Samsung S9 phone (which I accompanied him to purchase at Plaza Singapura a few months ago) is not switched on. Unfortunately, I don't know where he stays. I got to know him at the gym a year ago. You must be wondering what's a 93 year old doing at the gym, or technologically capable of knowing how to operate a latest 4G phone, WhatsApp and SMS. Well, he's a fully independent man, English educated, and a "fast" learner, even at his age. He would ask me a question or two about his Android phone, and then figure out how to maneuver his way around. At the gym, he would walk on the treadmill for an hour or so. That's all he does everyday. And if our timing coincides after my shower, we have a coffee or a little snack at a nearby kopitiam. Mr Loner (not his real name) is a 100% loner. His wife had passed on. His son and daughter both work in Hong Kong and Shanghai respectively, not married. Once, I asked him if he was lonely in Singapore. He said no. He positively believes he will live to a centennial, drawing his pension till then.

Other than checking online and newspaper obituaries, I guess I can't do anything else. A little worried...:frown:
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I hope your friend, despite his advanced years, is fine somewhere.
 
"1,2,3,4,5,6..." I first met her at the smoking point, borrowed a light, and doing some "pickup" lines on her. She mumbled and counted from 1 to 10. I paused for a while, terribly confused, looking into her captivating big bright eyes and mumbling mouth, and asked if she was ok. She replied "I was just counting up to 10 to see whether I should be talking to you". I was amused, broke out in laughter, still unsure of her purpose in counting. Anyway, we did have a good chat that afternoon. I offered to buy a drink at Harry's that evening, which I was surprised she accepted without hesitation. Nothing happened for a couple of weeks. We did get to know each other through a couple of lunches and drinks. Jane (not her real name) was the classic, busty, penis-squeezer MILF type. I am sure Mister @glockman would have loved to knead every inch of her jugs with his bare lusty hands. Her awesome luscious scoops of flesh combined with lycra make them stunning and palatable. However, mammary sizes have never been my top priority. A sexy yet innocent face can illuminate my love, or lust, more than juicy melons. I reckon that for a woman, looking pure and innocent has its own unique brand of charm and sexiness. It's original and enticing. At 35, Jane is married. No kids. Career orientated. Outgoing personality. That evening, around 8pm, I was still slogging on my presentation slides for a board meeting the next day. She texted me, asked if I could accompany her for dinner. She arranged to pick me up at the office car lobby in her silver SLK. We had a great meal, and in the course of drinks, I realized that she's indeed a "lonely" woman. Cut the long story short, we did a "stopover" at the deserted Kent Ridge Park, and were soon ravaging each other. She managed to shimmy out of her lycra dress. I proceeded to lick every millimetre of her rosy lips down to her neck, clevage, nipples, and that syrupy, delicate and warm pussy. We fucked like animals inside her SLK cage, compressing those reclined red seats with our unstoppable lust. She came thrice, and never fail to "scream" away in ecstatic breathlessness each time. A while later, when I finally pulled out, she mouthed my lust hardened rod and slurped up every last drop of my creamy cum. I was surprised, but it felt pleasurable to see her swallow. The "man" feeling felt absolutely and egoistically good. When our heartbeat normalized, we tidied up, went outside for Marlboro menthol lights. Curious, I asked why she was counting, when I first met her at the smoking point weeks ago.

She replied "You are the first fucking bastard whom I have met, that didn't oggle at my breasts when I count to 10".
 
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AhMeng said:
My 93 year old "friend" has disappeared. I have been messaging him on WhatsApp and SMS for the last 7 days. There's absolutely no response. Tried calling him, his Samsung S9 phone (which I accompanied him to purchase at Plaza Singapura a few months ago) is not switched on. Unfortunately, I don't know where he stays. I got to know him at the gym a year ago. You must be wondering what's a 93 year old doing at the gym, or technologically capable of knowing how to operate a latest 4G phone, WhatsApp and SMS. Well, he's a fully independent man, English educated, and a "fast" learner, even at his age. He would ask me a question or two about his Android phone, and then figure out how to maneuver his way around. At the gym, he would walk on the treadmill for an hour or so. That's all he does everyday. And if our timing coincides after my shower, we have a coffee or a little snack at a nearby kopitiam. Mr Loner (not his real name) is a 100% loner. His wife had passed on. His son and daughter both work in Hong Kong and Shanghai respectively, not married. Once, I asked him if he was lonely in Singapore. He said no. He positively believes he will live to a centennial, drawing his pension till then.

Other than checking online and newspaper obituaries, I guess I can't do anything else. A little worried...:frown:
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Sounds familiar.
Which gym u met this uncle?
 
AhMeng said:
"1,2,3,4,5,6..." I first met her at the smoking point, borrowed a light, and doing some "pickup" lines on her. She mumbled and counted from 1 to 10. I paused for a while, terribly confused, looking into her captivating big bright eyes and mumbling mouth, and asked if she was ok. She replied "I was just counting up to 10 to see whether I should be talking to you". I was amused, broke out in laughter, still unsure of her purpose in counting. Anyway, we did have a good chat that afternoon. I offered to buy a drink at Harry's that evening, which I was surprised she accepted without hesitation. Nothing happened for a couple of weeks. We did get to know each other through a couple of lunches and drinks. Jane (not her real name) was the classic, busty, penis-squeezer MILF type. I am sure Mister @glockman would have loved to knead every inch of her jugs with his bare lusty hands. Her awesome luscious scoops of flesh combined with lycra make them stunning and palatable. However, mammary sizes have never been my top priority. A sexy yet innocent face can illuminate my love, or lust, more than juicy melons. I reckon that for a woman, looking pure and innocent has its own unique brand of charm and sexiness. It's original and enticing. At 35, Jane is married. No kids. Career orientated. Outgoing personality. That evening, around 8pm, I was still slogging on my presentation slides for a board meeting the next day. She texted me, asked if I could accompany her for dinner. She arranged to pick me up at the office car lobby in her silver SLK. We had a great meal, and in the course of drinks, I realized that she's indeed a "lonely" woman. Cut the long story short, we did a "stopover" at the deserted Kent Ridge Park, and were soon ravaging each other. She managed to shimmy out of her lycra dress. I proceeded to lick every millimetre of her rosy lips down to her neck, clevage, nipples, and that syrupy, delicate and warm pussy. We fucked like animals inside her SLK cage, compressing those reclined red seats with our unstoppable lust. She came thrice, and never fail to "scream" away in ecstatic breathlessness each time. A while later, when I finally pulled out, she mouthed my lust hardened rod and slurped up every last drop of my creamy cum. I was surprised, but it felt pleasurable to see her swallow. The "man" feeling felt absolutely and egoistically good. When our heartbeat normalized, we tidied up, went outside for Marlboro menthol lights. Curious, I asked why she was counting, when I first met her at the smoking point weeks ago.

She replied "You are the first fucking bastard whom I have met, that didn't oggle at my breasts when I count to 10".
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I would've failed her test. By 2, my eyes would be glued to her milk jugs and mentally tit-fucking her already.:biggrin: CIM and swallow? She's a keeper! :thumbsup:
 
glockman said:
I would've failed her test. By 2, my eyes would be glued to her milk jugs and mentally tit-fucking her already.:biggrin: CIM and swallow? She's a keeper! :thumbsup:
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there is something about CIM and swallow I don't really like... It may be my imagination, but I feel weaker after that, like qi drained... It's really great when you're in the midst of it, but after that, like a little diminished....
 
nightsafari said:
there is something about CIM and swallow I don't really like... It may be my imagination, but I feel weaker after that, like qi drained... It's really great when you're in the midst of it, but after that, like a little diminished....
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Qi drained is an old wife's tale I believe. And you're providing her protein direct from the source. She should be very grateful. In a perfect world, all women swallow. And they will be offended if they are not allowed to. Feeling weaker? It's normal to feel drained after cumming.
 
glockman said:
Qi drained is an old wife's tale I believe. And you're providing her protein direct from the source. She should be very grateful. In a perfect world, all women swallow. And they will be offended if they are not allowed to. Feeling weaker? It's normal to feel drained after cumming.
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she got protein good for her, but I feel less strong. I was quite perplexed about how and why that should be the case, but I have noticed that how, with who and in what manner I come does affect my feeling of overall health and robustness.
 
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