" "No, their girlfriends are a pack of fakers. They go 'Ooooh baby, oh my God.' The faked vaginal orgasm is an art form. Be thankful I don't do that w...th you." Anyway, she dumped me and I think it was the sex. She kicked me out of her apartment and I moved in with my buddies. I was in a club one night on Charles Street. I was chatting up a woman next to me at the bar-- not for any good reason. She was too old for me. She was thirty-seven and had been left alone when her friend took off with. Tragically though like any anonymous sperm donor, no wailing or gnashing of teeth from the deprived brood was sufficient in hijacking the spotlight from cloud bound navel gazing as the apple of His eye. Understandably too, no kind of description, no purplish flourish of the quill can adequately convey the agony man felt dear reader about this, his already fractured ,bruised, bleeding heart exploding into more resentment and seething fury. That last glimmer of belief, staunchly shining in the. "Hold your dress andpetties up out of the way and lie down on your back, Baby Candy." Irolled onto the required spot with my eyes still glued to the wondroussight of Melody lovingly breastfeeding her daughter. I sucked harder onmy dum-dums, imagining my lips wrapped around Melody's scrumptiousnipple instead. Flashes of my erotic fantasy involving Annettebreastfeeding me replayed in my mind and I had to stop myself fromreaching down to caress my turgid stiffie.When Brenda tapped my panty crotch. " Interesting.I went to the clerk and asked about the back room. He said that I buy some tokens, go in the booth and watch porn. Holy shit! Amazing. So I bought enough tokens for about fifteen minutes of porn and went back there. It was super dark and there were doors lined up on either side of the hallway. Some of the doors were shut and some were cracked open.I found an open door and went in. There was a chair facing a screen with a slot for tokes and a couple of buttons. I dropped all my.