If this were really true, I had missed at least a half dozen t**t-opportunities within the last month. I consoled myself with the truism, better late than never. Shucks, I was young. I still had plenty of good years of healthy f*****g left.
I made a mental note, just the same, to retrace some trails I had failed to scent which had wound up unnecessary dry hump runs. There was that hot little brunette piece of ass just a few nights ago who....
Just then Babbs spoke up and dissolved this brand-new lover image I was admiring in the mirror of my imagination. She pushed my face away from her kiss-inviting t**s.
"Phil, will you do me a big favor?" she panted.
Here it comes, I thought ruefully. She's going to put on the brakes, dash the cold water on my c**k!
"Do we have to bring it up now?"
