We fuck on purpose at this age. Not by accident, not by drugs, not by drink, and definitely not because of hormonal urges. We fuck on purpose...like a...ults are supposed to do...not because we have to but because we want to.I call it My Bucket List of Fucks Before I Die. The name tells you what you need to know. Kim was on this list to fuck another man before I die. I was working it.After our picnic weekend, Willis asked Kim to another charity event. A charity ball. The Annual. .. no! John came over and collected his giddy, flirty, drunk wife, apologizing to me. I told him, “It’s no big deal, but I’d shorten her leash!” Turns out, after I left she hit on another guy at the party. I was feeling pretty special there for a day or two, till I heard she tried to stick her tongue down a gay guy's throat. I stopped hanging out with the both of them for a couple of obvious reasons. Back to university that fall, I stayed at school almost all the time except a short return at. I than grabed a piece of paper and my pen from my backpack next to me, and wrote down the name of the website, and my email address, and tucked my lovely inside the pocket of her shorts."Now I want you to put your hand down from your breasts and feel my cock through my shorts?" I demanded her.She would, and she did, as she grabbed the full bulge of my rock hard cock through my shorts."Have you seen, or felt a cock before?" I asked her."Ummmm. . . like only from a distance - - and like, they. Can't respect that. Tom's just a bigger sheep. And I'm a lion. A leader. Period.So you can imagine my suprise when, I find myself standing in tom's driveway, after work, asking for his forgiveness!!! He just continued polishing his car... Ignoring me! I was begining to get pissed all over again, when he calmly asked me without looking up..."Why are you here?" I already told you, to apologi-"he turned toward me and casually squirited a can of OIL all over the front of my white 400$ designer.