When I was on a date in high school, I used to wrap my dickhead in toilet paper because it leaked pre-cum so much. I did not want to walk around with wet underwear and a wet spot on my pants all the time. I did not expect my girlfriend to actually reach her hand down my skivvies. Once when I was laying on her in the front seat of my Dad’s pickup, we were both half-naked, with our pants around our ankles, just daring the other make contact, I got up the nerve, and touched the tip of my penis on what I thought was her vaginal opening. Then, thinking I was really cool, I jammed it in her real quick. I instantly exploded. Thinking back, I probably missed and came in her butt-crack.
There was no way in hell that Count could be on to me. The proof was in the verbal invitation to attend a party at P.O. Pear’s. Pear’s was a nightclub in downtown Lincoln. There was no way I could bring the video camera into the nightclub. The establishment would not allow it. Had I been allowed, the flirting that Count was engaging in would have been enough to fry his dumb ass. I tailed him out of the bar, hand in hand with a large breasted brunette. They jumped in her car and took off. I had no wheels available, as I was parked a block away, so I thought I missed my chance. Watching them race down the block and turn into a parking garage gave me hope. I had a new Casio Exilim EX-Z 60 digital camera in the cargo pocket of my pants. I quickly walked on foot to the parking garage and frantically searched for the car I had seen them leave in. I scoped out each level of the garage until I heard a moving car slow to a parking spot. Doors opened and closed. I spied them making out in the back seat. It did not take long for them to get naked.
At what point in your life do you stop closing bars and fucking in cars, especially when you get up before 5:00 a.m. to go to work? My balls began to take over as I climbed the stairs to a better vantage point. Stupendously, I did not remember to disengage the flash feature on the camera. From the parking level above, I had a bird’s eye view through the back driver’s side window of Count having his face mounted like the American Flag on Mount Suribachi. I could not see the other end, but I imagine he was getting his dick sucked as well. Those two were wrapped around each other like two worms in a spring. If Count had opened his eyes, he would have had the squirrel’s eye view of the predator about to devour him. As it turned out, his eyes were closed, missing my flash, and enjoying the freshly-juiced beaver being force-fed into his face. I leaned back out of view, sat down and checked the viewing window on the back of the Exilim. Wow, did she have a nice ass! I guess I could not blame Count for allowing her to mount his head in that fashion. This one photo was clear proof, and probably all I needed. I could turn it in separately, or exceed my technological capabilities by attempting to place it into a PowerPoint along with the other digital video clips.
“The Earth is round?”
There was no way in hell that Count could be on to me. The proof was in the verbal invitation to attend a party at P.O. Pear’s. Pear’s was a nightclub in downtown Lincoln. There was no way I could bring the video camera into the nightclub. The establishment would not allow it. Had I been allowed, the flirting that Count was engaging in would have been enough to fry his dumb ass. I tailed him out of the bar, hand in hand with a large breasted brunette. They jumped in her car and took off. I had no wheels available, as I was parked a block away, so I thought I missed my chance. Watching them race down the block and turn into a parking garage gave me hope. I had a new Casio Exilim EX-Z 60 digital camera in the cargo pocket of my pants. I quickly walked on foot to the parking garage and frantically searched for the car I had seen them leave in. I scoped out each level of the garage until I heard a moving car slow to a parking spot. Doors opened and closed. I spied them making out in the back seat. It did not take long for them to get naked.
At what point in your life do you stop closing bars and fucking in cars, especially when you get up before 5:00 a.m. to go to work? My balls began to take over as I climbed the stairs to a better vantage point. Stupendously, I did not remember to disengage the flash feature on the camera. From the parking level above, I had a bird’s eye view through the back driver’s side window of Count having his face mounted like the American Flag on Mount Suribachi. I could not see the other end, but I imagine he was getting his dick sucked as well. Those two were wrapped around each other like two worms in a spring. If Count had opened his eyes, he would have had the squirrel’s eye view of the predator about to devour him. As it turned out, his eyes were closed, missing my flash, and enjoying the freshly-juiced beaver being force-fed into his face. I leaned back out of view, sat down and checked the viewing window on the back of the Exilim. Wow, did she have a nice ass! I guess I could not blame Count for allowing her to mount his head in that fashion. This one photo was clear proof, and probably all I needed. I could turn it in separately, or exceed my technological capabilities by attempting to place it into a PowerPoint along with the other digital video clips.
“The Earth is round?”
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