The kindly delivered criticism and encouragement they offer fuels my desire to get better at it. I recently met a new writer who I truly believe is go...ing to set this genre on fire. He calls himself "The End Begins" and he gave me the idea for this story. Of course my final version is probably different from what he originally saw. It probably isn't as extreme and of course there weren't any Mustangs mentioned but this is a good thing because it means that he can someday grace us with his. They’re everywhere I go. At the library. At school. At church. At the Westgate Mall. Like I said, they’re everywhere I go. Must be something in the water or something. As a brother who’s keeping it real, it’s getting increasingly hard to live. I try not to let these haters get to me, but there are too many of them. And they try too much shit. What’s a brother to do? At my favorite hangout, the Brockton Community Library, there is this broad named Lucinda, a fifty-something red-haired white. Although I did not fuck that tiny little shorts yet, it was already soiled with my leaked cum combined with the dried cum from other men.Next, I pressed a big vibrating electric massager against the tight, thin nylon fabric of my cute little shorts that was bulging with my hard big cock. This, with the vibrator still in my ass massaging my prostate, immediately threw me into a frenzied state of wild excitement so intense that I jerked uncontrollably while walking around, careful not to fuck the. I got up too and went to the bathroom.We washed and then made out in the bathtub and remained in the bathtub for some time. Then we got up. Took a shower and then lay on the bed. Then she asked me about our vacation plan and I said it is a surprise. Then in the evening, we had a walk around and then returned.We had our dinner and had a few rounds of making out and sex before sleeping. Next morning we again had the water sex and then I asked if she had brought her bikini. She said she had not.