Germans always seem to get them when they come over here and order schnitzel. Waiter yells back to the cook "She wants you to chicken fry her a steak".
I have to be honest. I was walking home Friday night, minding my own business and some thug papi walked by and said nice ass....and I responded.
We ended up throwing his friend in a Tomato Patch in the Fenway and we went into someone's garden, where there was a milk crate for him to sit on. He knew right where that milk crate was.
He blew me for over an hour. He kept on telling me not to cum yet, because I was ready to burst. He knew how to use his hand and tighten up on my head so the cum wouldn't gush out-a true expert. But he kept on telling me that and finally I couldn't cum. I said to him, just burst your load but don't get it on my jeans.
He called me Papi the entire time. He was really hot.
We then picked up his friend who was munching on someone's tomato from their private Fenway Garden.
The entire time he was blowing me I thought to myself, I am fucking 40 and still able to get really hot thugs.
That was probably the most important thing.
That and I mistakenly called my mom at 1:30 in the morning from my cell from my butt and she asked me who this "Jesus" guy was. She said she heard lots of laughing and moaning. Sigh.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Darcy?
Ha!
You know Darcy is not a blond.
Elke!
YaH is goot.
Tsk.
Hey Darcy!
Oh she's blonde alright. Lush, deep, long and thick blonde hair.
Don't ask.
A drink for those two on me: (Darcy & Haz)
Dingleberry.
Which happens to most of us, on occasion.
Germans always seem to get them when they come over here and order schnitzel. Waiter yells back to the cook "She wants you to chicken fry her a steak".
Darcy's very hot.
Total Cougar!
I have to be honest. I was walking home Friday night, minding my own business and some thug papi walked by and said nice ass....and I responded.
We ended up throwing his friend in a Tomato Patch in the Fenway and we went into someone's garden, where there was a milk crate for him to sit on. He knew right where that milk crate was.
He blew me for over an hour. He kept on telling me not to cum yet, because I was ready to burst. He knew how to use his hand and tighten up on my head so the cum wouldn't gush out-a true expert. But he kept on telling me that and finally I couldn't cum. I said to him, just burst your load but don't get it on my jeans.
He called me Papi the entire time. He was really hot.
We then picked up his friend who was munching on someone's tomato from their private Fenway Garden.
I feel horrible.
Tits.
The entire time he was blowing me I thought to myself, I am fucking 40 and still able to get really hot thugs.
That was probably the most important thing.
That and I mistakenly called my mom at 1:30 in the morning from my cell from my butt and she asked me who this "Jesus" guy was. She said she heard lots of laughing and moaning. Sigh.
My rationale behind doing this is there is going to be a day and time when no one is going to want to blow me and I need to do a Carpe Diem.
Loads of uncertainty stave off a fallacious future?
That's quite some story there Titus.
But it might have been better on the
"Thar she blows" thread. Just sayn'
You did prove one thing I always say.
BOSTON SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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