Who The Fuck Am I?
After my rekindling of my “relationship” last night, I found out a little bit about my 18 year old chick—this bitch will never leave me. I have her wrapped around my cock (sort of speak) and now that her guard was back down, it was time to get her milf mom in the picture. I lit that roach that I had left over from last night, a little wake and bake, and decided to “communicate” with my broad. This was gonna be fun.
Perfect. Her dad was going to be out of town this weekend on a trip to ‘I don’t give a flying fuck where’ and, more importantly, the 18 year old and I were going to have a little alone time with mommy dearest. With Mother’s Day around the corner, the brownie points I would accumulate would be topped off with my frosting (all over her, if you catch my drift).
I didn’t agree to see the 18 year old today because she was getting a little clingy to quick after we made up and I did not want to give her the impression that she can come over whenever she wanted—shit, she was on my clock. Too many fucking men I know hand their balls over to their girls and once they realize it, the “balls” in their court. I must say, I’m one of the select few men who deserve a penis.
After work today, I’m going to head on over to Trashytoons.com and let my imagination run wild. A mental exercise is imperative when you’re fucking with any broad and I always stay 3 steps ahead. Yes, I had a minor setback with that break up to make up shit last week, but game recognizes game—it’s healthy to stir up a little drama. And now, mommy is the top priority on my To Do list.