After many weeks of tapping the same beaver. The man wants to spread his feathers like a peacock venture out into the open air and get him
some strange. Nothing quite beats the feeling of mounting a new piece of ass. As a man it’s your
divine right to pick and choose. After all it is a
numbers game.
I was out for a walk last night contemplating life. It
dawned on me there and then I’d seen the same flaps for the last month. So I put my
Sunday best on headed out and
reeled me in a little Beauty. In other words some strange.
