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Surveying New Wireless Technologies
QuentinAxan writes "The Economist has a look at some of the ideas under consideration to advance wireless technology. I thought the concept of ad hoc architecture was especially interesting; the writers suggest briefly that it might encourage the creation of '"mom and pop" network operators, and small community networks.' (Which probably means that the telecom companies will crush it, but it's still a cool idea.)" We've touched on several of the ideas mentioned here before, but the Economist is always a good read.
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parse this!
I wish I could work for the economist ... reshashing the same old stuff over and over
ITS BLINGING!
Wasn't Michael's posting yesterday enough?. Its still on the front page.
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Wouldn't an acess point be much much better for a "small community network"? I mean ad-hoc only makes good sense if you have like two computers, doesn't it?
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ultra-mega!
Ultra wideband to transmit 100 mbs wirelessly (but only for distances of 10 feet...).
Also accomplished by tossing DVD's back and forth....what's the point of that? I mean, only ten feet? Why not just use a cable at that point?
I was pondering the idea of setting up a local ad-hoc style wireless network in Gainesville with 11b, but the range on my existing AP is so pathetic the only people I could hook up with are next door.
If they're not into it, there goes that idea, eh?
A place with a much higher population density would probably have more success with such a setup, I think.
"The Economist a good read!!" says timothy, from his parents' basement.
Y'all oughta fire everyone but Taco and maybe Hemos so we won't have to see blatant repeats like this, especially when there's real news being REJECTED left and right. This s(h)ite is starting to piss me off.
-jhp
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the little sticker you put on the back of your cell phone to increase range. Isn't that an emerging wireless technology???
here is very interesting.
Me : Hey Joe, got that file?
Joe: Yeah, it's on a floppy.
Me : Toss it here.
Joe: Frisbee's the Floppy across the room (20 ft. [6.1 meters]).
Me : Catches floppy (Sure it was aimed at my head).
Me : Thanks.
Joe: Make sure it gets to Mike tomorrow.
Me : Ok. (uses sneaker net)
Look familiar?
there are several good articles about uwb at UWBPlanet [ultrawidebandplanet.com]. It appears the Economist is quite wrong about UWB.
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Pushin' 'n dealin', shovin' 'n stealin'
Christ, I love Greek! Women just don't seem to understand that a
man can find just as much pleasure in the warm confines of a well-
muscled ass as they can in the satin embrace of a well-wetted
cunt. Maybe we men have conditioned them too well to ignoring one
hole for the other: nonetheless, every man I've talked to about it
loves Greek and every woman who I've talked to about it has been
less than enthusiastic. So imagine my surprise last weekend when
Ophelia treated me to the joys of anal sex in what must be the
first time in five or six years.
The night started our strangely. Ophelia had just finished re-
arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my
biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was
turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was
horny as usual and told her I'd keep her awake. After a couple of
more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her.
Ophelia loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small
body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly
responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of
tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found
it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly
to her clit.
I took up what has become my customary position between her legs -
kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia
and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander
lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I
rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke
to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every
time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit
quickened. It wasn't long before I was pressing the tip of my
cock against her asshole.
Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire
head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and
apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said "What
the fuck? Why not?". I pulled back and poured the lubricant on
my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I
worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I
could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased
ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand
gripping all around my prick - so much tighter than pussy, and
delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips
grind against me as I worked the last of my seven-plus inches into
her back door. Realizing where I was and how long it had been
since I'd known this pleasure, I had to fight to pull the reigns
in on my orgasm.
It seemed like forever - my slow rocking pulling my cock almost
full-length out of her ass before easing it back in until my balls
rested against her firm buns. Her right hand furiously massaged
her clit and her left hand played at the entrance of her cunt,
pressing on the full length of her labia. And all the while my
cock was enveloped in a firm net of gripping muscles that wrestled
to bring the cum from me. "It's so weird," she said as she
searched for the grip on her own orgasm. Suddenly, it was upon
her. I felt her ass open up like a mouth that was just to blow up
a ballon. "Are you close?" she hissed. "No," I grunted.
She was close, tho'. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and
lurch under me. "Uuhhhh! Come on you bastard! Fill my ass!" she
yelled as she dug her nails into my back. Amazing what a little
dirty talk will do - from that special nowhere where good men
hide their orgasms until their lovers are ready, my load bolted
from my crotch to my brain and back to my flushed balls. I
gripped the pillow with my teeth and jerked my neck back and forth
and tried not to deafen Ophelia when my cum blasted out of my cock
like water from a firehose. The rush of jism racing up my tube
seemed to last for stroke after stroke until sweaty Ophelia
gasped, grunted, and pushed me from on top of her. Since I have
a little anal experience myself, I knew the sudden discomfort of
having something in your ass after you've orgasmed. I
considerately slipped out of her despite not having finsihed my
own orgasm to my complete satisfaction.
I kissed her and thanked her for her special gift, but she pushed
me away. "Go wash off and fuck my pussy," she said " I feel like
something's undone." So after a quick and thourough shower, I
returned to the futon where her dripping, swollen twat waited for
my not-quite-recovered cock.
And that's another story...
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My ears observed a metallic door close; the hospital staff members were beginning to arrive. Perhaps I would be permitted to satisfy my thirst, which was continuing to escalate in severity. "Good morning, Dave," a soft, alacritous voice emanating from the room nearest the nurses' station said. It was of Jennifer Hutchkins, a young nurse assigned to the morning shift. Jennifer, who was short, thin, ambitious, and quite capable, had become a registered nurse not even six months prior. Every morning, she would invariably greet me, offer a plate of food, and then converse with me for a brief moment. Of course, it'd be awhile before she arrived at my room, so I closed my eyes once again.
"Peter!" exclaimed Robert, using a voice infused with enthusiasm. "Are you almost ready to go?" I must have once again fallen asleep, for I had been oblivious to the entries of Jennifer and Robert.
Almost immediately afterward, a red haired man dressed in doctor's attire carefully entered the room behind Robert. He quickly scratched his face and then began to speak without even the slightest inkling of an accent. "Mr. Geralds?"
"Yes?" I replied, anxious to escape the confines of the hospital campus.
"You're free to leave. Just take it easy for a few days, alright? No strenuous activity. Aside from that, you seem to be well."
I emerged apprehensively from the hospital bed and began to navigate toward the hospital's exit. "I've arranged a car, Peter," Robert said. "Also, I've scheduled an appointment with Thorslen for you tomorrow at eight in Houston. Uh, it's the only time he could see you." I had never before visited Houston, although I'd been informed numerous times that the drivers were courteous and the citizens respectful. In fact, one could argue that Jasper must be a microcosm of it!
The fulgent sun overhead warmed my skin as I exited the hospital. It was a beautiful Sunday; not a cloud was present in the sky and not a car was present on the road. Surely our journey would be pleasant. It would begin shortly.
Comment without sacrificing karma.
I stopped by unexpectedly one Tuesday afternoon half expecting her
to be away. I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened a crack and she
poked head around the edge looking at me with a sleepy smile on her face.
I apologized for not calling first, and said that I was just "in
the neighborhood" and thought I'd stop by, but if it wasn't a good time I'd
call back later. She said she wasn't dressed for company, but to come on in
while she changed. I said that I wasn't really company, more like a distant
cousin. She giggled and shrugged "What the hell..." and opened the door for
me.
She wasn't really dressed for anybody, in only a pale green t-shirt
and a pair of coral bikini panties. I made mention that I'd have to pretend
that I wasn't aware of her lack of clothes, or this visit could get out of
hand.
She offered me a drink, and I settled down on the chair next to the
couch. The computer in the corner was doing its magic for another caller,
just as it had for me so many times before. (That's how I met her, over the
computer, you know.) She returned to the living room with two TALL glasses
of something sparkling leaning to hand mine to me. She settled back into
the couch and absent-mindedly (!?) pulled her right leg up under her left
leg giving me an open view of her panty-covered crotch.
I tried not to stare, but my chivalry was losing out to the growing
pressure in my pants. I tried to divert my attention by talking about the
newer members of her bulletin board, and she giggled as she went on to tell
me about a new "animal lover" who'd just called for the first time yesterday
It seems that "Susie" and her German Shepherd "Killer" were new to BBSing
and wanted to meet others of the same interests. She told me about a story
that "Susie" had written in the storyboard section of the board, and offered
to show it to me. Getting up from the couch, she crossed to the computer in
the corner, and, leaning over the keyboard pecked a few keys and the screen
filled with text. As I read, I became aware that she was watching my crotch
instead of the screen, and I also became aware that I had a raging hard-on
bulging against my fly. I looked at her and caught her looking. "You plan-
ned this didn't you?" I asked nodding toward the screen and then to my now
tented trousers.
I noticed her nipples were making little tents of their own in her
t-shirt as she turned towards me. "Nice material" she purred as she edged
past me, her left hand sliding across the bulge of my cock. She went to the
couch and sat at the end next to the chair, a sly grin tipping the edges of
her lips. I moved to the couch and stood in front of her and watched as her
eyes locked on my cock straining against the fabric. I leaned down with one
hand on the arm of the couch and the other on the back and moved my face
close to hers. When only an inch remained between our faces she turned hers
toward mine and our lips met. Softly at first, than gaining in passion as
the tips of our tongues met. We both let out little groans as the heat of
our kiss increased. I almost jerked upright as I felt her hand slide up my
thigh and cup my balls through the thin material of my slacks. "I'll give
you three hours to stop that" I said in mock chastisement. "You got a deal
if you can 'keep up your end'" she emphasized the latter.
I sat down next to her on the couch and pulled her to me. We kissed
again and I slid my left hand up her ribcage and cupped her right breast in
my palm. I could feel the nipple harden under my touch and I kneaded it as
we kissed. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and fore finger and a little
gasp escaped her lips. Her hand was back at my groin and her fingers danced
lightly over my cloth-encased hard cock. Slipping my other hand under the
back of her t-shirt I pulled it up over her head, and tossed it on the chair
Her breasts were just the right size and her nipples were a shade or two
darker than her coral-colored panties. As I lowered my head, my lips encir-
cling her left nipple, she arched her back and I heard a low groan. As my
tongue danced over the hard pebble, I let my left hand sneak down her belly
across the soft mound between her legs. I cupped my hand against her and
could feel the heat under my palm. She shifted slightly on the couch and
was almost laying on her left side now. I knelt there in front of her and
kissed my way down her belly toward where my hand rested. As my lips neared
the edge of her panties, I brought both hands to the elastic and pushed it
down her hips. As I did, she shifted again and raised her hips allowing me
to slide the coral-colored panties off her ankles. They too landed in the
chair. I kissed lower down her soft belly and paused briefly at the edge of
her neatly trimmed pubic hair.....a tulip, how appropriate, I thought. My
nostrils caught the musky aroma of her womanhood as I placed little kisses
across her mound. Her legs separated slowly as I inched my way lower. I
slid my hands under the backs of her thighs and gently pulled them further
apart. As I did I watched as her womanhood opened before me, the lips
separating like the petals of a flower, moist with the dew of passion. I
slowly lowered my face against her mound and when my beard touched her hair
I slid my tongue slowly between the top of her slit, lightly sliding to one
side of her clit as it poked from beneath its' hood. I repeated the same
down the other side and let the hair on my chin tickle against her clit. I
felt a small shudder and her legs spread even wider, her hips starting to
rock up towards me. From under her thighs I placed my fingers on either
side of her lips and gently spread them apart. Tasting her lightly with the
tip of my tongue, I flicked her lips several times before I buried my face
in her. My tongue sank deeply into her wet opening and I searched as deeply
as I could within it. As I was burrowing into her with my tongue, my chin
was pressed against her clit and the combination worked well as she started
to gasp and twitch. As her hips rocked against me, she was pushing up with
her feet. Her hips started to jerk as the waves of her orgasm rolled though
her. I pressed even further against her and as my tongue grazed the thin
patch between pussy and asshole I heard her his "Yesssssssssssss, yessssss".
I pressed my tongue further and slowly rimmed her tightly twitching little
hole. "Oh God, Yesssssssss......doit!" she hissed. I stopped. "DO IT!"
she said rolling her hips even further. I slowly pressed my tongue into the
tightness of her ass and felt it twitch. Pressing into her I started to fuck
her with my tongue.
I felt her hands pulling at my trousers. First the waistband, the
fly. I wasn't wearing any shorts, and she soon had my hard cock in her hand.
I felt her shift on the couch. I can't describe the next sensation, but one
second I was in her hand, and the next I was engulfed in her warm wet mouth
and I felt the tip of my cock slide into her throat! I almost came right
then, save for the damage I was doing to her rhythm as I kept up the pace in
her backside.
"Stop! Stop!" she begged "One of us has way too many clothes on."
I reluctantly lifted my head from between her legs and stood up. There on
the couch, naked and wet she said "Get out of those clothes and get into me!
I need you inside me....NOW!"
As I added me own shirt and trousers to the ever-increasing pile of
clothes in the chair, I smiled to myself at the look of lust in her eyes as
she followed the movements of my hard cock waving before her. I knelt in
front of the couch as she turned, her widely splayed legs on either side of
my hips, her ass hanging just over the edge of the cushions. Inching for-
ward on my knees, the purple head of my erection pointed towards her hot,
wet hole. I ran my arms around her thighs and pulled her toward me slightly
causing our bodies to slide together. As my cock slid across her clit, I
pulled back with my hips and slid back and forth across her slickness, the
head of my hard shaft massaging her sensitive clit. "Don't tease, you son-
of-a bitch! Put in in!" she spat in mock anger. On the next circuit I pulled
back a bit further and as the head of my cock crossed her open hole, I
leaned into her. The heat was intense and the passage was snug enough to
make the copious lubrication necessary as I pressed all seven inches of my
fat cock into her pussy. We both groaned together as our bodies became one.
I stoked in and out of her with long, slow motions, using my right thumb to
massage her hard nub of a clit. Leaning down against her I took the nipple
of her left breast between my lips and strummed it with my tongue. Her hips
were rocking to meet my movements and as I moved to her right nipple, my
cock slipped from its' hot, wet nest. "Uunghhhhhhhhh..........put it back
in....." she purred, her breathing becoming raspy. I pressed back against
her, and found that my aim was just a half an inch off. Slickened by her
flowing juices, the rose of her asshole opened slightly as the head of my
cock pressed against it. I felt the super-tightness and realized I'd made a
slight miscalculation. As I eased off the pressure in an effort to realign,
but she grabbed my arms and pulled her knees to her chest. "Keep going....
slowly.....do it to me" she said almost pleadingly. "I don't want to hurt
you" I answered seeing the mix of pain and pleasure across her face. "Just
go slow...." she responded and rocked her hips in an effort to press my into
her.
I pressed my cock slowly into her hole. The heat and tightness
making my heat spin as well as my balls. It was slow going, pressing into
her and waiting for her muscles to relax, pressing further and waiting,
pressing and waiting. Finally, I felt I could go no deeper and slowly start-
ed to withdraw an inch or so. I pressed back in and felt her canal loosen
even more. As I started to slowly stroke in and out of her asshole, I kept
MASSAGING her clit with my thumb. I could feel her sphincter muscle and
then relax as she was pushed between the tension building inside her and the
pressure in her asshole. I worked my left hand between us and slowly insert
ed a finger into her cunt. Her eyes shot open and I heard a sharp intake as
she gasped for air. Her orgasm was nearing and I felt it building all over
her lower body....in her asshole as she gripped my hard cock, in her pussy
as she squeezed my finger, all over as I felt her rocking hips increase their
tempo and I could hear little mewing sounds escaping from her lips. I slowly
eased a second, then a third finger into her clasping cunt and started an
alternating rhythm between my fingers, my cock and my thumb. As I increased
the tempo, I hoped she would not take too much longer to reach her peak as I
was rapidly approaching the "point-of-no-return" as the cum swirled deep in
my balls.
"Oh Yessss, Oh yessss, Oh yesss" she chanted in time with the tempo
I was setting. Her hips started to buck uncontrollable and she was holding
her breath as her whole body started to quake. The walls of her pussy clamp
ed tightly around my fingers and her asshole opened slightly allowing me to
sink completely into her and then spasmed almost painfully tight around my
cock. Her scream was almost drowned out by my own as I pumped a torrent of
hot semen deep into her bowels. We twitched together madly, trying to con-
sume and be consumed. I felt as if my entire bodily fluids were being
pumped into her through my cock.
Panting, gasping and sweating we collapsed together on the couch.
"That was utterly fantastic!"....."I can't believe what just happened!"....
"God! are you good!"....we ended up giggling like a couple of children.
As I slowly softened within her rectum, I was aware that the computer was
beeping in the corner. We both glanced at it and there on the screen was
a message from one of the users wanting to "chat"........ We both laughed
out loud as we saw that the users handle was "the Greek"!
"Next time, give a girl a call first!" was the advice I got as I
walked out the door a half hour later. "Promise" I said, intending to keep
my word.......soon.
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Mamma look!
A professor at the University of Mississippi is giving a
lecture on the supernatural. To get a feel for his
audience, he asks: "How many people here believe in
ghostses?" About 90 students raise their hands.
"Well, that's a good start. Out of those of you who
believe in ghostses, do any of you think you've ever seen
a ghostse?" About 40 students raise their hands.
"That's really good. Has anyone here ever talked to a
ghostse?" 15 students raise their hands.
"That's great. Has anyone here ever touched a ghostse?" 3
students raise their hands.
"That's fantastic. But let me ask you one question
further... Have any of you ever made love to a ghostse?"
One student way in the back raises his hand.
The professor is astonished and says, "Son, all the
years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever
claimed to have slept with a ghostse. You've got to come
up here and tell us about your experience."
The redneck student replies with a nod and a grin, and
begins to make his way up to the podium. The professor
says, "Well, tell us what it's like to have sex with
ghostse."
The student replies, "Ghostse?!? From ah-way back there ah
thought yuh said "goatse."
--
Mamma look!
I used to work at a restaurant as broiler cook. There was this waitress
there whose name was Kathy. She used to wear extremely tight jeans, because
the tips were better, she said.
One particular day, after we closed she came to me for help in an
embarassing situation. She had to pee very badly and her zipper was stuck.
She tried to get it down but could not and asked me if I could try to unzip
her pants.
What a fantastic and exciting request. I must say at this time that I was a
closet wetter but still I have never let it be known until this writing.
The prospect of seeing someone else wet themselves was quite possible here.
Kathy was very desparate and was almost crying when she asked me to help. I
tried (seriously) to undo her zipper but it was really caught. I got out a
pair of plyers to help me in my endeavor. I tugged and tugged. A small wet
spot had begun to appear. Kathy was really desparate now.
She said to get a pair of scissors and cut/wreck the jeans or zipper if I
had to. I said to let me give it one more final tugged. She said okay but
hurry. I tugged real hard. So hard that Kathy lost her balance and fell on
me. I felt my leg get extremely wet and realized that Kathy had indeed done
the deed. She had peed. We must have laid there in that heap for a minute
or so, but it seemed like and eternity.
When she got off of me, Kathy really apologized and begged me not to tell
any of our co-workers. I agreed and we noticed that her zipper had finally
became unstuck with my last tug. I lent her a pair of pants that all the
staff in the kitchen have to wear. We went out for a few drinks that night
and we ended up making love at her place when I took her home. She said
that the sex was payment for keeping my silence about her accident. I never
told anyone until now. We never had any real contact after that night
except for verbal pleasantries at work. The thought of her wetting herself
led me on a search for other women who would have an accident or pee
themselves for me on purpose. I find the real accidents more exciting
though.
Another time I was on a flight to Europe and had a seat close to the
washrooms. We hit some turbulence and were restricted to our seats for quit
some time. Eventually, the stewardess got on the PA and said that we could
unfasten on seatbelts and get up from our seats if we would like. There was
a mad dash for the washrooms.
I personally did not have to go so I sat and watched all the people in line
and their various stages on discomfort, looking at each individual for
signs to see if someone might not make it and end up peeing in their pants.
There was this one woman who seemed in the most urgent need to pee.
Unfortunately for her but fortunately for me, she was not near the start of
the line. She was about 5'4". She had blond hair past her shoulders. She
was wearing a pair of tan courdoroy pants and a flowery T-shirt. There were
about 8 people in front of her in the line to use the bathroom. She was
very fidgety and was dancing from foot to foot.
She made it up to second in line, when I heard a gaspy cry and then a moan.
There had been no visible signs of wetness until now and she had lost
complete control. Her crotch was darkening and the wet spot continued right
down her legs. Her pants were completely saturated past her knees with some
visible signs of wetness lower and a puddle on the floor. She turned and
ran towards the man she was sitting with. She was about to sit down, when a
stewardess stopped her. The stewardess told her not to sit until she came
back with a trash bag to protect the seat. She had to stand for a minute or
so, for us all to see, until the stewardess brought the trash bag. Her
husband was yelling at her, and calling her a child. He told her that he
was ashamed of her. He was a real bastard. I would have been understanding
and have offered her emotional support, if I was him. I could overhear
people whispering about her, calling her a baby and so on. I heard one
woman say that she wished that she had peed herself and gotten that much
attention.
Needless to say that when we landed at Heathrow, I stayed close to them,
looking at her pants and listening to other people talk about her. I did
not have the courage to approach her because was with her husband. He
seemed like a real asshole and I didn't want to get my head punched in.
One day when I was about 22, I was at a fair enjoying the rides, games and
entertainment, all the while looking around for women in dire need to pee.
I spent time at the beer tent but did not see any likely candidates. I went
to the different so called "Houses of Horror" and did not see any likely
candidates there either. I was resigned to the fact that I probably would
not see any women pee their pants on this day.
(I had peed my pants at this same fair when I was 14. I was near the top of
the Double Ferris-wheel when the power went out. We were stranded up there
for 45 minutes. I couldn't hold on and peed my pants. This was my first
time in public and it was an unwanted event. When we finally did get off,
everyone was offered a free pass for entrance to the fair and all the free
rides we wanted. I noticed that I was not the only person that peed my
pants. That made me feel a lot better. My mother was waiting for me at the
bottom to the double ferris-wheel. She was almost hysterical after watching
her son stranded for 45 minutes. She saw my wet pants and told me not to
worry. She knew that I was scared, so I wouldn't be punished. Little did
she know that I wasn't scared, but I just couldn't hold on. She also told
me that she had peed her pants that day because she was frightened that I
wouldn't get down. She couldn't leave her baby. I looked for a wet spot on
her but didn't see any because she was wearing a skirt. She told me that
she had peed herself many times whenever she was really scared so she
understood. I never noticed her pee herself then or any other time. And the
incident was never spoken about again. My father was not even told about
the power going out.)
Anyway let's get back to the story of this visit to the fair. I went into
the "House of Mirrors." It was something to do and since I had been through
it many times before, I could almost go through it blindfolded. This time,
though, there was a group of teenage girls going through. Some of them were
showing signs of intoxication. They were having trouble finding their way
out and were walking into mirrors. This would result in a great thudding
sound and very much giggling. One of the girls squealed "Let's hurry and
get out of here, I have to pee real bad!" This might just be my chance to
see someone pee their pants. Her friends did not seem to be in any hurry
and it looked like they were only pretending to find a way out. Turning the
same way more than once and banging into mirrors. The sight was exquisite
as I could see them from many angles due to the mirrors. I am sure that
they could see me as well. I must point out that there was nobody else in
the "House of Mirrors" except the girls and myself. (The girl was wearing
tight jeans and a tube top that accentuated her fairly big boobs.) She
showed signs of worry and started banging on the mirrors, begging her
friends to help find a way out. I was hurrying to get closer without
stumbling directly upon them. Her friends were giggling and laughing,
singing a little tune. "Tracy's gonna pee her pants. Tracy's gonna pee her
pants." Finally, I knew her name. I was watching intensely. Tracy was
really anxious. She was bouncing up and down, and begging her friends for
help. They were still laughing and singing. Tracy was looking around
frantically. While she did this, her friends quietly slipped out. Tracy was
set up. Her friends knew where the exit was all along. Tracy was visibling
shaking and still looking for the exit. Wetting her pants was inevitable,
even if she found her way out since the port-a-potties were nowhere near. I
couldn't stay where I was forever, but was hestitant to get too near to
Tracy. I pretended that I could not find my way out either, but now I think
that Tracy didn't even know that I was there. I was still watching her. She
turned and walked into another mirror. I heard her cry out loud, "Oh,
fuck..." Suddenly there was a hissing sound and she was peeing. I was in
ectasy. I could see her glistening pants from almost every angle. She just
fell in a heap on the floor and sobbed uncontrolably. I could no longer
stay where I was. I continued through the maze until I approached her.
I asked her if I could be of any help. She told me that she peed herself
when she was abandoned by her friends and that she could not find her way
out. I said that I would find the exit. She said that she could not leave
like this. What would everyone think? What if her friends or other people
she knew saw her? I offered her my jacket to try and hide some of her
wetness. She took me up on my offer, although it didn't help much. Her wet
pants were quite visible. She asked me if I could take her home. I readily
agreed. I was getting very excited listening to what people were saying
when they saw her. I did see her friends laughing at her but she didn't see
them and I did not let on that I saw them. We eventually got to my car,
when she was hesitant about getting in. She was worried about my apolstery.
I told her not to worry, that it would be okay, that I could clean my car
later and that we should deal with the problem at hand, namely getting her
home. It was then that she started to cry again. Her father was home. He
would see her pants and give her the 3rd degree. He would figure out where
she went and what she did. She was supposed to be studying at a friend's
house. She didn't know what to do. She asked me if I had a washer and dryer
at my house. I said that I did and she asked me if we could go to my house
instead. I readily agreed to this too.
When we arrived at my house I showed her where my washer and dryer were
located. They were in the bathroom. She went into the bathroom to wash her
clothes. I fully expected her to come out wearing a towel. However, she
came out totally naked. She said that she figured that she might as well
was her tube-top and my jacket as well. We went into the kitchen and talked
for about an hour until her laundry was done. She didn't care that she was
naked and I didn't complain. She told me all about herself. She was almost
16 and went to a nearby High School. She said that this was not the first
time that she had peed her pants. She said that it is a semi-regular
occurence that happens only when she has been drinking. She said that she
was really ashamed whenever it happened. She said that whenever it
happened, that she was with her friends, but they would leave her before
she peed in her pants. She said that they don't know for sure that she peed
he pants. I said that they did know for sure now as I saw them laughing
when we left the "House of Mirrors," but I did not have the nerve to tell
her that I enjoyed peeing my pants or that I enjoyed her peeing her pants.
She thanked me for being so understanding and letting her use my washer and
dryer. She got dressed and asked me to take her home. There was nothing
sexual between us that night.
About 3 weeks later, I was home watching "Dallas" on TV when there was a
knock on my door. It was Tracey and she had on a one piece jumpsuit that
she had thoroughly peed in. I had not witnessed the event but was excited
at the sight of her peed pants all the same. She asked if use my washer and
dryer again. Of course, I let her in. She went into the bathroom to do her
laundry, but this time when she came out she was not naked. She had kept on
her bra. For some reason, this excited me even more than seeing her naked.
We talked again and she told me how she hated it whenever she had an
accident and that when her father finds out about any of her accidents, he
freaks out. He grounds her for a month and sometimes spanks her. She asked
me if she could come to my house whenver she has an accident so that she
could wash her clothes. Of course, I agreed and even gave her a spare key
in case I was not home. She thanked me and we ended up making love. I
hardly ever went out after that wanting for her to need to wash her
clothes. The next week she needed to. We ended up making love again, and
each subsequent time she had an accident. We started a relationship that
kept up until after she left for college. I never did tell her how much I
enjoyed seeing her in pee-filled pants or that I enjoyed peeing in my pants
myself. We did get together a few times when she came home for the holidays
but that did not involve seeing her with wet pants. She told me on her last
visit that she had only wet herslf 4 times all the time she was away at
school and that she was quite proud of herself at approaching "dryhood."
She thanked me for all the understanding and support that I showed her and
she told me that she loved me, but I never heard from her again.
Come on, guys. You can do better than this. At least take a quick look at the front page every once and awhile.
we just finished waiting the 3 minutes for the pregnancy test to work and found that my wife did indeed get impregnated by one of her black stud lovers we have narrowed it down to 2 possibles but don't know which of them it is, we will raise the wonderful child as our own just the same. After 8 or 9 months of black lust she has been with 6 black men a total of 14 times and 3 months ago stopped taking her pills, she was supposed to start her period tuesday and today tested positive on a Pregnancy test. In the last 2 1/2 months she has never had sex with me unless one of her black lovers had just finished filling her full of his seed so we are pretty darn sure it is going to be a beautiful black baby. She has said that she is going to continue to have sex with her black lovers until she can't due to medical concerns for the baby and told me not to expect her to slow down from the 2 or 3 times per week she feeds me her sloppy pussy, so congradulate me!!!!!! I am one of the lucky white guys!!!!!!!!!!
My wife is 26 years old I am 36, Since before we met she had had black
boyfreinds and even became pregnant twice with them, She aborted both since she
was single and only 15 and 17 at each time, When we met and married I soon came
to find out how much she really loved blacks, (i am Hispanic) I noticed she
always stared with a certain lust in her eyes. I never really paid attention
since she was faithfull to me and we spent every minute together. Several years
back I discovered that she had had an affair with 3 black men while we were
married (wev;e been married 5 years) I was so furious that I left her for a
week, The worst part was that these black men were blackmailing her (no pun
intended) They threatned to release videos and photos of her to me if she
stopped fucking them. She even became pregnant twice (I never knew about it)
She finally told me what dilema she was in and I hit the roof !!!! During that
week off....I thought about how betrayed I felt, but yet how aroused, my
arousal outweighed my betrayal thinking and I came up with a solution for a new
lifestyle for both of us, I told her how I felt and how aroused i had become
thinking of her with black guys, We made an agreement , That from then on she
would
Go out every night with blacks
come home full with their sperm
Sleep with them in our bed every weekend
and try for another pregnancy (full term)
She was shocked that I wanted this, so was I at first, but man did the tables
turn
when all this freedom given to her
did not apply to me, After 4 months she had nothing
to do with me sexually, Not even clean her up after
I would show her my hard cock , and she would laugh
and say" I'm not touching that pathetic little thing"
" I want real cock a Black cock" I felt so humiliated
but so turned on that I would almost cum without touching
myself. Our marriage at first was very basic sexually, kissing,
missionary, 69, etc, But no anal ever, no swallowing, no cumming
on her face, kinda boring but i respected her wishes.
Now I find out , she has had anal sex almost every time she sees them
not only takes cum on the face, but swallows and even kneels for them
(she never gave me a blow-job on her knees)
I have been without sex for almost 3 years now, I am more happier
now , She has become pregnant and we have 2 kids (boys)
although I am a wait at home husband, I am the happiest in the world
I first met my wife in 1979 and, after a gap of 4 years, met her again in
1982. I was some 15 years older than her and she was 34. We got on well and
married in 1984. Six months later I asked her to stop the pill so we could
have a child as I was getting on and she was now in her 30's which she did
happily.
Four months later she was pregnant, to our delight, but when she was some 4
months gone she was very agitated and after some discussion I discovered
that she had been having sex with a black guy and taking him with a bare
cock receiving his seed into her unprotected womb, so the child very
possibly could be his. I asked how long this had been going on and she told
me she had been fucking blacks for some years but loved me and wanted to
marry me and that she had been fucking this guy for the past 3 and a half
months. The guy she was fucking was an old flame and she was unable to say
no to him and was so worked up she did not make him wear a condom liking her
sex to be meat to meat.
At first I was extremely angry and confused and a little sad, but also very
turned on which surprised me and so said we would have to wait and see if it
was but she was to stop fucking him to which she agreed. We soon returned to
a loving relationship and I felt good and clam again but I could not get the
picture of my wife with a black guy out of my mind and I was very excited
about it.
One day I plucked up the courage to ask if she seen him again and she
nodded yes confessing she had seen him that afternoon and they had fucked in
our bed. I asked angrily why she kept on seeing him. She said because he
kept coming round and she enjoyed the sex and could not refuse him. I did
not say anything more and htough about it all nigh. The next day I told her
that I felt she should be free to choose if she wanted sex with him and I
would accept it and if he came it was ok for her to continue as I
understood. The next day I went to work and at lunch time told my secretary
I was going to meet a client and drove home parking down the road. A car was
in our drive and I walked to the back door my heart pounding my cock already
erect a mixture of sexual excitement and jealousy running through my mind. I
crept quietly into the house and I could hear then in the lounge so I went
out again and round to the window in the lounge. With some convenient bushes
for cover I could see him, his back to me. She was standing in front of him
her belly huge with child now. He was telling her that the child must be his
as he had fucked her the 2 weeks I was away on business and that she had
only had sex twice with me after that, but he had fucked her nearly every
day My god I thought she must have been crazy to take him without protection
knowing she could get pregnant. he reached out and stroked her belly and put
his hand up her dress to stroke her pussy.
He then stood up and started to kiss her passionately his hand still playing
with her slit which to my surprise was not covered by pants - the dirty
slut. They parted and walked towards the bedroom. I quickly went round and
crept into the house. I looked into the bedroom through the half closed door
and she as naked sitting on the side of the bed her big belly and full tits
exposed, sucking his black cock, as he played with her tits.
He said "you like that black cock bitch.... don't you?", she mumbled a yes
nodding, but kept sucking. He then pushed her back and spread her legs her
pregnant pussy all open and wet and he finger fucked her rubbing her clit
and she moaned and wriggled with pleasure her big full belly wobbling with
his fast strokes " I will fuck you like the white whore you are he said,
give you more of the black seed you begged me to fill you cunt with!!". "You
wanted it bitch you wanted my seed in your fertile white slut hole!!"
"Didn't you bitch
your seed in me I want your baby your black baby" The anger rose in me at
how harsh he was with her but I was also very sexually aroused which
overrode my anger. Hard in the cock soft in the head was very true at that
time for me!!. "What are you bitch" he said his fingers pumping furiously
into her pussy her legs in the air her knees bant wide her big belly
wobbling hard and her tits flopping all full with milk. " I am a white fuck
whore a black mans white fuck whore.. please I want your cock pleeeease
please I need it badly.." He then climbed between her thighs pushed her
spread legs back hard against her milk swollen tits and told her to guide
his very long cock into her waiting pussy, which she did and in one stroke
he was deep in her and she moaned loudly and he began to pump her hard and
fast. I worried about him doing damage but she was not in any pain only wild
pleasure as he pumped telling her she was having his baby and she was a
white fuck whore for black use and he was going to get his friends to fuck
her pregnant arsehole and she begged for him to fuck her hard caling
endearments to him saying "Fantastic yes fantastic fuck me fuck me
pleeeease!!" He said the world would see she was a white fuck whore when she
had his black child and then she let out a loud cry of pleasure and ground
her pelvis onto his shaft as she had an orgasm with him saying " Thats it
bitch you love it you love my black cock enjoy it you white slut!!" To my
horror she cried "yes yes yes!!" clinging hard to him and then he exploded
in her with a grunt and a moan. I left quickly a ran to my car my cock hard
as steel and wanting relief. The rest is history with some twists!! She had
the child it was black and in 1988 we agreed she should have another black
child and she was bred by a black guy but this time I got to watch every
session and right through her pregnancy she took black cock whilst I
watched. Since then I have watched 64 black men fuck her enjoying every one
fucking my slut wife.
On my 48th birthday my husband had been away six weeks on
business. I dressed in his favorite outfit: Low-cut red see-through
blouse, mini skirt, heels, no panties (ever) and no bra for my milky, white
44D's.
I work in a large mall department store. My hobby for eight years: At-
tracting and fucking men, with no condoms or birth control. I love se-
men spurting into my cervix, filling my uterus. Frankly, it's a tum-on to
risk impregnation by strangers, but I am careful and always in control.
For this birthday celebration I broke my rule and carried condoms.
I was ovulating, and certain to get pregnant otherwise.
I had fucked over 150 strange cocks-all of them white. But this
day I phoned a 23 year old black stud who had made advances and even
shown me his 14" cock! We agreed to meet at the mall parking lot in his
RV, and he promised to bring as many of his black male friends as
possible.
At the RV my 14" friend, 15 other huge-cocked young black men, and
I were all nude in seconds. My nipples were sucked and chewed. I pulled at
the heads of the two men working my boobs, holding them tight to my
44D's; they kept sucking and chewing. My nipples and breasts were
tortured by heavy-handed squeezing, and then nipple clamps were
applied. I moaned in exquisite tit agony! After the torture of my tits, my
cunt was a hot, audibly bubbling pit of overflowing lust mucous.
Thighs spread, I guided the monster pole into my cunt. With a sloppy
gulp, my cunt easily took it to the hilt. The naked cock head pressed
into my open cervix and uterus, almost touching my fertile ova! I asked
my stud for ten strokes unprotected, and then to pull out and put on a
condom. His bare cock was my birthday present. After just three strokes,
my womb, clitoris and cunt began involuntary, slow, rhythmic contrac-
tions. I began to whimper and cry, knowing I had lost control, and was
on the brink of orgasm: 'Pull out! I'll be pregnant! Oh, please!"
Feeling my strong cuntal movements, he grunted, saying, 'All my
women are knocked up. You're my white bread whore, my slut woman."
I screamed as my cervix and uterus quivered, sucked and clasped
his cock in uncontrolled spasms.
"Don't pull out! Breed me, make me pregnant, gang-fuck me! Push
your cockheads hard into my cervix when we cum! My uterus! Help me!
I'm cumming! Hold it hard, deep! Yes!"
Load after torrential load of hot, sperm-rich semen was fired into my
ripe, fecund womb. I knew I had been knocked up. My womb violently
spasmed in orgasm, clamping and sucking the cock head. I felt my
womb distended from semen overload, the excess belching past his
cock, down my ass. Black men kept coming to the RV and cumming;
countless black studs mounted me, firing semen directly into my now-
pregnant uterus. Boobs bouncing, I rode some 25 cocks, each embedded
to my cervix. Others took me doggie-fashion. I've been told I fucked 110
black men (355 fucks) in the 36 hours they kept me.
Finally, my cunt was a bloated, cum-filled, overflowing mess, my tits
bruised, swollen and sore, and I was contented and exhausted! At the
height of the party a referee would allow each man ten strokes or one
minute in my cunt, and if neither of us orgasmed, the next man would
take over to reduce waiting.
My husband soon returns from his trip, and he will find me three
months pregnant with a black stud's twins! We already have grown chil-
dren of our own. Anyhow, I had my wildest birthday party ever, and I'm
looking forward to next year-maybe 37 hours and 111 black men!
Slashdot is turning into a streaming porn server.
we have been doing this for over a year now,
www.newgenwireless.com
IT works great, we stay on top of technology. We are currently running on 3 ISM Bands, 900, 2.4, and 5ghz systems. We get lots of business using this, and its MUCH more profitable than dial-up service.
you gota know what you are doing though, this isn't like throwing a computer together. You have to watch out for interference, know if you need to use FHSS or DSSS, if a band is too noisy, ect... Don't even get me on packet retransmissions due to trees and water!.
Just read the news on CNN. Famous columnist Ann Landers was found dead her Chicago home this afternoon. There were no further details. Even if you didn't read her newpapaer column, there's no denying her contributions to people that can't make decisions for themselves. Truly an American icon. She will be missed.
That with easier access to wireless internet, the /. editors will finally be able to NOT POST THE SAME THING MULTIPLE TIMES? This is truly the wave of the future ;)
using namespace slashdot;
troll::post();
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I hear they have interesting things to say about the space program.
Send Slashdot headlines to Timothy's cell phone so he can find out when his stories are repeats from yesterday.
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Timothy posts:
.1 of his new self created OS called "Linux" Apparently it is based heavily on Minix. He is currently seeking others that are interested in a new Unix like, Posix like OS to be distributed freely via the internet.
A relative unknown to the Usenet world, Linus Torvalds has just posted V
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Would somebody tell me whatr's "mom and pop"? I could not find out it in my dictionary.
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deaf.
One major reason experienced operators don't go after Smart Antennas is that their gain over regular antennas is only a few dB, usually between 3dB and 7dB. The improvement is easily cancelled out by it raining (-2dB to -4dB) which it does in Europe a great deal, the user changing polarisation by moving the phone from one ear to another (-3dB).
For 3G (Wideband CDMA) the name of the game is controlling interference from adjacent cells. Cell placement was good enough to do this for 2G, but 3G is far more sensitive to poor cell placement, with the effect felt over several cells. The way operators do this in practice is by planning the interference before placing the cell, or controlling it once the cell is built, or if it is built on an existing 2G site. Smart Antennas make simple planning very difficult, as the exact radiation pattern is not known, or more precisely it changes from one instance of the Monte Carlo simulation used for capacity planning a 3G cell to another.
Cell breathing due to high capacity, or high power mobiles are a few more variables that make the problem of planning and then running a 3G network far too complex for operators to take a bet on a few extra dB from Smart Antennas.
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