We continue emailing back n fourth cause Im still not sure how real this is and I ask her/them why they gave me a craigslist post email and they never...answered... At this point I don't know if I should continue chatting with them or just stop cause I was nervous lol. I fight through it and decided I'll see how far this really goes. I asked them where they are and if they would like some nice clean dick in their mouths and I got back an email message with an address on it. The address was maybe. He had managed to quit for six months before all of this had started, and had been rather proud of that. Now, all that work had been for nothing. He knows that he needs to quit again but he also knows that this is not the time. So he sits there in the designated smoking section, off to one side of the parking lot, beside the dumpster. He hopes that he looks thoughtful and composed. He’s not entirely sure why he should care what these people think of him, especially now, but it somehow seems. Can I ask you, though, ‘Cupid’ is an unusual name—’ I interrupted. ‘Supposedly, when my great grandfather Moshe Kupidowitz came through Ellis Island, they changed it.’ ‘Makes sense,’ she replied, ‘but I honestly think I’d rather be ‘Larry Cupid’ that ‘Larry Kupidowitz.” ‘Most of the year, I guess,’ I responded. The conversation reached an awkward pause, and we finished our drinks and ordered a second round. Once that was out of the way, our conversation flowed pretty naturally. We talked about. Moi c'est pareil : quand je pense que des hommes m'imaginent en train de porter des strings ou des culottes, que mes petites parties intimes frottent le tissu, et attendent avec impatience que la poste vienne leur livrer ce trésor, et disposent ensuite d'une partie de moi qu'ils peuvent utiliser à souhait ... ça me rend littéralement dingue. Rien que de l'écrire , je sens mon sexe s'humidifier, et j'ai terriblement envie de me le caresser. Plus vous en voulez et plus cela m'excite. C'est une.