“His real name was Alfredo, but everyone called him Freddy. Amateur porn Are you kidding me?” Bea immediately responded, girlishly giggling away in anticipation, as she quickly flipped over onto her back and spread her legs wide apart, waiting for me to mount her in a missionary position. But that only lasted for about 30 seconds, at the most–thank God!–before Freddy made one, final, hard thrust. I immediately backed away from him.”
“And that’s when he told you to pull your pants down, right?”
“Yeah. That’s pretty heavy. I mean, you went out of your way to tell me how ugly-looking Freddy’s dick was, but you never said one bad thing about his balls, the whole time. I didn’t realize it at that point, but it was a question that would end up permanently changing our relationship.About Bea
I met my wife, Bea, during my first year of college in the fall of 1972, and I immediately fell in love with her. But it did anyway. “I promise I won’t get mad at you. “No, I didn’t,” Bea slowly answered, staring at the wall, obviously deep in thought.
