October 8, 2015
Carl wasn’t swimming in Miss Kitty’s in-ground pool, but I imagined that he could be. While staring at the pool, which was closed for the season, half-drained and covered by a plastic wrapping that looked like a giant garbage bag, I imagined him stripping out of his shorts and T-shirt, dropping them to the leaf-covered ground and standing in the mid-afternoon sun, drenched in its splinters of warm light.
My mind drifted and I pictured his hairy chest, pink n*****s, and the long c**k between his legs that reached halfway down his right, inner thigh. The d**k was cut with extra skin, plump and golden-brown with thick veins. A thick patch of bristly black hair accessorized the part. The patch of coils was nicely trimmed and eye-appealing. Balls hung underneath his d**k with
