In advance, Mom, I'm sorry that I'm not sorry.
We all dabble in pornographic viewing, some consider themselves connoisseurs (myself included) and some are closet lovers of this magnificent art form. Firstly porno has decencitized me. I remember the good old days when I used to be able to simply close my eyes, rub myself over my underpants and a surprise occured in my pants.
I once had a binder full of nudies. Anna Nicole Smith and Pamela Anderson were my favorites. (Next time your Jerkin' it, call it meeting up with Palmela Handerson. It's funny) As I grew older I graduated to hand cream and different forms of media including downloads off limewire and VHS recording of Bleu Nuit. The Acadia Advantage was a new frontier in my masturbatory career.
Having a laptop ups ur porn game into the stratosphere. It was such a new and exciting time for me. I spent so much "special time" in my dorm room my first year of University. I didn't need real women, I had Jill. Look @ your right hand, although I personally am a lefty, spread ur digits wide like Jenna Haze does her butt cheeks and tell me what name your hand spells? Since the acquisition of my first laptop my procurement of new materials has remained constant. How many of you have numerous windows open whilst performing maintenance on your pipes? I must admit I am guilty of this. How many of you taught yourself to be left handed so you can scroll righty? My hand goes up. How many of you have a mental list of your go-to girls depending on what fancy you wish to have suited? Me. We all have our tendencies and I salute you for them. Keep stroking and don't be embarrassed when you head to the cash @ Costco with the double pack of Petroleum Jelly. The dude ringing you through has the jam jar sitting beside his bed.
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