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I'm looking forward to seeing Ryans cock today. I like the way it twitches when I rub that little spearhead spot underneath the head of his dick. I can circle the entire rim of the head of his dick, and it just makes him breathe hard. But...when I hit that spot underneath where the head of his cock V's up...his dick goes spastic on me, and he forgets to breathe. I like that. I like that a lot. I tried that on a few dicks the other night but with no success. It seems to be a Ryan thing. One guy got overly anxious Saturday night and asked me to quit playing with his dick and suck it. I can't help it. If you have a dick, it probably seems like second nature to touch it and hold it. I don't have a dick. When I hold one, it's always like it's my first one. When I feel it harden in my hand...that makes me a little crazy. When it's fully hard and starts jerking around, it hits the spot in my soul that makes me unable to let go. I have this undeniable urge to make it happy. And I get it in my head that I know what makes that dick happy more than the guy it's attached to does. Weird, I know. Things could be worse. I am certainly not complaining about my OCD with holding dicks. It has served me well.
Tony finally called me yesterday. It's been a few weeks since he has pumped some cum into me. He has a girlfriend now. I knew it before he even told me. These 20-somethings hook up with a chick, and they just disappear. But apparently, she isn't doing enough to keep his dick happy. He wants to get together today, but I already have too much going on. So I said Friday might work, and he seemed happy with that. Tony relayed a story about a party he went to last weekend and drank too much. He said he passed out and woke up with a dick drawn on his forehead with indelible ink. He was pretty angry someone drew on his head. I said, "How do you know they didn't trace it?" He didn't get it at first, but when he did, he hung up. He called back a few minutes later and apologized. I knew he would. He needs my 56 yr old pussy to drain his balls, so he has to be on his best behavior.