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| Mr_Bone |
So there I was, expectating. In fact, I spent the whole day expectating. My grapes doubly so. Sparked up the PC with plenty of time to spare, paced the room and waited for the promised show. Three hours later I'm still waiting. I'm not pacing the room anymore and touching my cock is far from my thoughts. The downer sets in and I start to sink.
My friend had told me she was going to show me her 'hoo-har'. Words can hardly express the joy this prospect brought to me. Seriously. Even though her reasons probably involved either sympathy or pity for me, I didn't care. I thought she might really do it too, having revealed that she was secretly seeing another man outside of her marriage, and that when she appeared on cam she would be naked and fresh from fucking him...
It's coming up to 96 hours since that last shandy.
I've got tickets to AntiChrist.
