You own a big dog named Aspen, Buck, Cheyenne or Dakota that wears a bandanna.You think a pass does not involve a football or a woman.You are 82 years...old and take up snowboarding.The entire top of your head is bald, but you still have a ponytail.You get depressed after one day of cloudy weather.You think that formal wear is ironed denim.North means "mountains to the left;" south is "mountains to the right; and east and west are where all those morons keep moving in from.You go anywhere else on. Just hearing him say the word ‘cum’ got me going and in my sweet sexy sissy voice I told him, “baby, try all you want to stop it, but you’re going to cum, that I can promise you!” I reached down between his legs and found his swollen cock ever so hard in his pants. Together, we lowered his pants and his cock flipped up as the elastic from the waistband of his boxer briefs passed over his enormous dick. This was the guy of my dreams! Sexy, handsome, rugged and well hung! His huge dick took my. His lack of sight did not mean he had a lack of vision. He saw many so called heroes thwarting his attempts. But he would beat them back at every step. In the end, they would win through their persistence and cunning. They would all be altered in the end, and would be helpless before him when his real plan would see fruition. He needed time, and even his powerful sense of the future could not tell him how much time it would take to unravel the mysteries or how much time it would take the heroes. “I want a picture of you if that’s ok”?“Sure”, I said. “Like this or side on”?“Just face me”, he had produced his mobile phone and I heard the electronic shutter sound of his camera. “Now sideways”, another click as he captured the profile of my erection, “that’s lovely”!I stood up and I let him pull my shorts down, my penis springing up and outwards, my blonde pubes on show for him. My foreskin had rolled itself back and a drop of pre-cum glistened in the sunlight. The air breezing around.