About Me
WELL, MASTURBATION.. There's absolutely no sense whatever in letting your pants down a la shittin and then, cause you're too lazy to get up or make other shifts, simply milk the cow( with appropriate thoughts) and let the milk at its sweet keen pitch spurt downward, between thighs, when the urge at that moment is upward , onward, out, straining, to make everything comeout as though gathering it from all corners of the loins to purse it out the shivering push bone - No, with the thing flapping and milking below, not only the seat cover restricting the natural quiver-bow jump of the cock - at the great moment there is a sudden sorrow 'cause you can't push in, out, over, onward, at it - but just sit dumbly( like a man sits down to piss) oozing below for miserable hygiene and convenience's sake in an akward, woebegone, in fact casterated with legs-tangeled-in-pants position and dumb shirt tails haning a la shit and barely missing the real draining kick and ending up having done nothing but clean out the loins as if you'd stuck a dry rag in there and pull-mopped out your life's desire. Well, Cody got to know that soon enough.
