But I reminded myself, this isn't Candy, just some bizarre blob that made boobs that looked like hers.I needed to get back to safe ground, thinking of...Becky's boobs again. The blob obligingly humped up into Becky's soft, slightly flaccid boobs. I grabbed them, squeezing and rubbing them like the real thing. They even showed Becky's slightly darker skin tone and her large dark nipples. This was making me hard as I remembered that afternoon up at the lake. She wouldn't let me go all the way. Till this day he still owns that right. His loads were insanely huge. I blew him every day almost for several months. I swallowed every time. But the craziest memory was when I was in my mid twenties and in one day I blew seven different guys. Three out of the five loads I swallowed. The other two blew all over my face and tits. Cum was my thing back then. I absolutely loved it. I loved the thickness and texture of it and the taste. I mean I love having over a million little sperm swimming in. He refused to divulge any more information than that and had packed me off to college. His last words to me were to go out and enjoy my college experience. Two months later into my first year of college I had met Tracy and we had hit it off instantly. The attraction between us was very strong and we had started dating exclusively within a week. She was a fun loving and outgoing person whereas I was shy and often introverted but we complimented each other beautifully. She was studying law and we. I was aware I was getting glares from the many guys, but they were all older than me and I did my best not to return them as I walked around and saw the sites, but no one I was interested in. I was there maybe 3 hours and getting bored actually but thinking maybe the clientele would get better as the day went on. I had talked to a lot of the men, and they had shown BIG interest in me, but again I was waiting, and I made that clear. At one point I had joined others and was watching 3 guys have.