I had a good afternoon. I went to Publix and about 5 or so 1..

I had a good afternoon. I went to Publix and about 5 or so 18 to 20 yr olds followed me around. I gave them a nice smile, and they smiled right back. Too bad they didn’t get a bit more aggressive and talk to me…I would have fucked every one of them three times over if they played their cards right. I’m being serious when I say that. I really would have. They looked so tasty. They would have been a fantastic sperm snack. Didn’t happen, though, but still, I love the thought of them looking at me, knowing their dicks are growing in their shorts. I hope at least one of them rubs one out thinking about me. Again…I’m being serious. I don’t say these things for the shock value or it’s because it’s something I think you want to hear. I say them because it’s something I would give just about anything to experience. Tell me you wouldn’t love to have a group of 20 yr old hotties working your dick over…you know you would be in heaven if they did. What makes you think I don’t want to be the one making five 18 to 20 yr old dicks empty themselves into me…I would be in heaven myself.

Shut up about the fat stuff. I could care less who is fat and who is not. My point in my last post wasn’t that he’s fat…it’s that he’s gotten himself fat with no regard to losing his ability to be a fully capable and functional man. I’ve been fucking David for what…half a year now? He is as fat now as he was then, and I had gotten to the point where I didn’t even notice it anymore until he physically ran out of steam simply walking a mile or less. Will I ever see him the same? No, absolutely not. He’s not to be counted on if I need something that requires physical ability. I find that sad for both of us. Will I keep fucking him? Absolutely, I’m not giving up that dick. Belly or no belly, that dick will continue to make soup out of my insides, hopefully for years to cum.

I was teasing Scott just a bit ago about how David’s sperm tasted and if the jizz that left David’s body via his dick felt good in his stomach. He didn’t answer. I asked him if it was a weird feeling to ingest a living part of David that came from his testicles, through the tip of his dick, into me, and then dripped into his mouth to end up swimming around in his stomach. He didn’t answer. His dick did, though…it stood straight up. He did ask me how I thought these things up. Where did I get the inspiration to say such things? I told him my pussy cums up with these things, not me. I am just compelled to ask them. I left him with a raging erection. I have no idea if he emptied himself or not. I hope he didn’t. I like it when his balls make him uncomfortable. I do like saying uncomfortable things to him. It makes me wet and makes my clit buzz when I do. In other words, asking these questions and making statements is like Viagra for women. It keeps me in a state of arousal when I think about it.