I like b*****rs. I like s****rs. I like cheaters. I like fondling. I like wives. I like threesomes. I like foursomes. I like spring break. I like inte...views. I like maids. I like strippers. I like punishment. I like small tits. I like blow jobs. I like kitchen sex. I like group sex. I like motel sex. I like bathroom sex. I like pool sex. I like massage sex. How is that for a bunch of opening lines to a bunch of men I have never met? I could have simply said, ‘I like a broad range of sex’, or,. George Lockwood was twice my size and would beat me to a bloody pulp, and laugh at me while he did it. This wasn't a fucking movie, and I didn't know Karate. The only sport I was good at was running. That was it; maybe I could use my truly awesome cardiovascular fitness to my advantage. I could run over to Lockwood's place and start challenging him and run away when he came after me, then when he was exhausted and wheezing from chasing me for a few blocks, I could run up behind him and scream. ‘It could be Welch, Just be careful.’ ‘How the hell you gonna be careful out there?’ I asked it as I went to the coffee lounge with my Delta cup. The cup was not named for the airline, but for the design. It was one of those small top, large bottom things, shaped like a space capsule. I could walk with it in my hand, as well as drive with it on the floor beside me. Inside the small room I found another driver. That particular driver was a woman named Sherrie. ‘Hey Welch,’ she said in her West. It when a guy tried to put the whole load into my mouth, then we had problems. I gave him head until we got to Jeff's, which was like a 10 minutes car ride, so he didn't get a chance to cum, but didn't care and said he would finish with me later. After arriving at our friend's place which was in the richer part of town, we parked and went inside and downstairs to see everyone. There weren't quite as many guys there are I had thought would be, at most 6 or 7, cards tables were setup.