Sometimes this primal, almost aniimalistic feeling overcomes me and shooting my load is all I can and want to think of. It doesn't need much to get me...into this situations. A fat ass pressed in tight jeans jiggling in front of me while walking to the next supermarket or thinking about my hot MILF co-worker who is sitting next door. In those moments I literally want to grab my dick and have some fun with it!Anyways, jerking off is something very special. It is one of the very few things in life. ”It was too much. Bobby was just too sweet, and I thought of the hard-on I had left unattended when we left the pond. The barn was no longer used for animals, but the horses’ stalls were still there. It was just used for storage and as a workshop now. I looked out the barn door toward the house, and Carol’s Jeep was not in the driveway. I decided to take a chance.I took Bobby’s hand and said, “Come with me, sweetie.” I led him into one of the empty horse stalls. I pulled him to me and kissed. *NO MORE HAIR, NO MORE HAIR* she cackled. *NO MORE HAIR!!* What felt likea minute later, Aaron came storming out of the bathroom looking atHenrietta accusingly. "Mimi!" he called her. It was the silly bimbo namehe had for her. In their six years of marriage, he had never called heranything else. "You better stop buying groceries from wherever it is thatyou get them. Look at what it did to my body hair!!" He stood in front ofher with only a towel on. As far as Henrietta could see, Aaron's body. I have several hundred friends on facebook and some of them I befriend only because of their looks. There was a very nice elderly man, an astrologer, balding on the top, but slightly longish silver hair at the back. He was plump, slightly overweight and had a beer belly. He had very little hair on his body, I could tell from his photographs. He lived in Secunderabad and his name is… well, let’s just call him Mr.B.I used to see his pictures on FB and wonder what it would mean to make love to.