Question: Does it bother you the girls that having sex have had better bedfellows?
Jean Tully: I itched a lot when I said it, so it was increasingly applied. It was sort of a never-ending, after each cap mediocre I asked and they answered me the dreaded phrase. I became like a madman and trying to repeat the task with more application.
I finally became a real sexual locomotive without my knowledge and rumor ran (ahem) between chavalas (and boys) in the neighborhood. Everyone knew what they had to do with me to fuck like they never had fucked: tell me her former lover had been better. I got angry so I was getting a new instant erection, an erection almost imperishable, an iron bar, a bull Mihura. The trunk of an elephant fucking.
heavens, for a couple of months I had to fuck half the neighborhood. I lost fifteen kilos and I started feeling weaker and weaker. Do not know what to do to keep my rhythm, could not understand. If it was fucking bad, why would God let them all with me. I fell into a depression and I began to spend the scholarship money for drugs. Finally I fucked up the girlfriend of my camel, also according to her fucking better than me. I could not more.
One day a policeman woke me up. I had fallen asleep with his pants down and cock the air in a park. There were people around and I do not remember anything. When I got home I took a shower, cried inconsolably and I swore to myself never to fuck with anyone else.
Years later a friend told me the secret. Since then I have to have sex, but only with my wife. And I do so with great reluctance.
Question: Have you ever blown smoke penis while pooping?
Jean Tully: Yes, I have me burning, yes. More than once. It was one of the reasons why I quit (my smoking was so great that before I thought about quitting shit, but I screwed up my week on the bus, going to work).
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