A chain reaction of cock to cock impulse began as I drank from my crystal goblet a fine sherry. Hopping into my van, I quickly found a scraggly, but cute, young man-- a possible run away. Rolling down my window to offer him a kitten in the back, he turns to me, recoiling as if the horror a deer in one's headlights had fingered his prostate.
Mere hours later, georgemary oil gets rubbed over both our thighs, cocks, and we father and spun it all around.
Fuck and chuck the world, as I like to put it.