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Are out and I spent my day cleaning out the mess they left behind. After being on the job here for fifteen years this place was the worst I'd seen. I think they went out of their way to make the mess. Food stuff dumped out of boxes ( Pasta ) as well as mulch and potting soil on the kitchen floor. Dirty dishes in the sink and on the counter tops. A large fish tank filled with green water starting to stink left in one of the bedrooms. Ugh! As I said the job to bag up all this crap took all day. ( twenty contractor bags total ) Then there is the furniture that got left behind. A large sectional couch, mattresses, chairs, and dressers. A cleaning company will have to be called to get that crap out. Today I get to haul all the crap I bagged up to the dumpster. Fun Huh? Oh well at least I was inside all day where it was warm.  With all that work yesterday for some reason I was hornier than hell? After taking a shower I settled in to watch an adult film ( does anyone really watch an adult film, I mean really? I have found that most of the time my mind and hands tend to wander forgetting the film entirely )  Which was the case yesterday. As I sat back I became more involved with what my hand was doing than what was happening on the film. Imagining the actor or actors doing to me what they were doing to others in the film. Needless to say but in no time at all I achieved the desired results and relieved the pressure and tense feelings that had been building up.  Stress of the day worked out, I got up and made myself some dinner ( Steak Salad ) Watched the news and a few reruns on TV then went to bed early for a change. My dreams last night were of Hiking in Glenwood, climbing the shear cliffs along the creek like I did when I was growing up. No way would I be able to do that sort of thing today. I don't think my hands would be steady enough to grip the slate walls of those cliffs to hold on, what with the way they ache from arthritis. I took a lot of risks growing up, scaling those cliffs was one of them.. Why I did it, simple enough answer. Because it was there, and I could do it. The goal wasn't to reach the top really.. the goal was to see if I could do it. Rather the climb itself was the goal. I always made the assent at different points every time I tried it. Remembering the one time I had to climb back down only making it half way to the top in my first attempt that day. Choosing another starting point I eventually did reach the summit on the second attempt. Standing at the top looking at the view, the breeze cooling down the sweat on my body from my climb, my cock seeming as hard as the cliff stone itself standing at attention. Begging for release...no I didn't rub one out ..though many times after such a climb I was sorely tempted too do so. Any who, I'm off to shower now....
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Have a good one people...
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I am shaking my head at people who leave their rentals like that. Jumping my friend, that sounds nasty..I would love a different climb and that would be to climb on top of you.That is my goal. xoxo For Adult films, I watch a few online.Like about 5 minutes than go masturbate.xoxo Have a good one Hun.
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I think most people don't have a clue those kinds of things go on within the walls of neighbors. My work has taken me into some pretty eye-opening places. Everything from hoarders to slobs. Winding pathways through homes with piles of clothes and garbage. Cooking grease buildup throughout the kitchen on appliances, walls and cabinets. ......And people living there like nothing is out of place. I don't envy you. Stay safe.
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Best move I ever made was selling a rental house I owned. Never knew how nasty some people live. Hope you wear protective gear when cleaning those places.
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It's so much easier to burn the building down than cleaning up peoples disgusting messes. Then you get to move the debris with a bull dozer.
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