Things are getting weird around here. Every time I see Conno..
Added 2022-03-14 20:12:21 +0000 UTCThings are getting weird around here. Every time I see Connor when I look out the window, I get all warm and fuzzy. How is that possible? He is 18 years old. I should just leave him alone, but instead I just want to go over and suck his testicles empty of sperm just so he has a smile on his face. Fuck, I am getting weird in my old age. But I can't help myself, so if you’ll excuse me, I need to go see if I can drink the sperm from Connor’s balls by using the head of his cock as a straw. Catch you soon. Leather pants. Women can get away with leather pants. Men, not so much. It would be my guess that 99% of women would say they don’t like men who wear leather pants. Which actually works out fine since 100% of men who wear leather pants most likely don’t like women. I am just saying. Well, I tried to get Connor to pump some cum inside me and he wanted to, but his fucking grandparents needed a ride. He should’ve told him to walk, dammit. I’m just kidding, kind of. My pussy is frustrated. But we shall see what we can do about that a bit later when he gets home (says me, rubbing my hands slowly together along with an evil smile). Connor did like my dress, though. He did think it was kind of short, so I asked him if my pussy was showing. He said no. So I asked him, “Would you like it to?” I noticed he had an instant hard on after I said that and he was going to have to explain it or hide it from his grandparents. One of the two. I’m sure it was the latter. That’s good though. I enjoy knowing his cock is hard for me. Keeps me nice and moist down below. During Bike Week, a guy came up to me and told me that we had met before. I had no idea who he was. I told him politely that I didn’t remember him. He kept bringing up things that would remind me of our encounter and I kept telling him, “Sorry, I don’t remember.” Apparently, we had met when I was manning a booth at Exotica in New Jersey. Which means I had met thousands of people during this event. But he was insistent that I would remember him to the point I finally had to tell him, “My brain is not equipped with facial or name recognition technology, Mr. I don’t remember you and I’m not going to.” So he pulled up a picture on his phone which why he didn’t do that in the 1st place I have no clue and still I had no idea who he was. We probably met for 30 seconds so he could take that picture and that’s it. I did that a million times over the years. I’m certainly not going to remember everyone I ever met unless, of course, your cock was inside me and even then those numbers are adding up and I’m getting older, so things are getting iffy on that part as well. Why am I telling you this? Fuck if I know. I guess I just got nothing else to say. Nah, it was just on my mind I was thinking about it. I got cornered by a Jesus freak this Bike Week. They tend to come out during this period here in Daytona. I’m okay with anyone who wants to believe in anything they absolutely want to believe in. I don’t care if you want to believe in a frog as the creator of the universe. Just don’t expect me to do the same. Anyway, he must’ve asked me a thousand times if I knew that Jesus loved me. He wanted to know if I loved Jesus. So I finally told him, “Look, I know that Jesus loves me, I really do, and I like him, but not in that way, so…….it’s awkward between us.” I don’t think he figured out it was a joke. He just looked at me funny and walked away. I need to watch out for lightning strikes, don't I?
