It wasn't surprising that women of c***d-bearing age began advertising for---and paying big bucks to---the 6% of guys who still had "Baby Formula," as... it came to be known, residing in their balls. My 20-year-old son Prager was one of those guys, and had earned more than enough money in the first four months ALONE so I could retire early!What was [/i] surprising were the number of post-menopausal women who also wanted stud service. Turns out my wife Doreen was one of them!I came home from a few. Tom giggled gleefully as he pushed his cock against her destroyed eye socket. Harry reared back and winced.“She loves it, the little slut,” Tom stroked her hair as he pushed his cock inside her skull through a different opening. Her whole body shuddered as her nerves fired in pain. Harry watched in mixed disgust and interest as Tom used a fistful of her hair to pull her head on and off his cock. It made a squishing sound which he did not want to know the source. The lack of blood suggested. I stand there staring. Then rapidly blinking. Sputtering curse words. Then I close my eyes and step through the opening. When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in an alley, feeling very dizzy. I am across the street from the nightclub, Copacabana. At least I see something I recognize. Looking for street signs, I see I am on 60th Street. Trying to get acclimated to my surroundings, I take in the dress codes and cars of the people around me. It certainly looks like it could be New York City. I could have looked into those eyes for a week and it would have felt like minutes. He smiled, nodded and headed into pay for his gas. When I went in to pay for my gas I found out it had been paid for and the lady behind the counter wouldn’t tell me who had paid for it except the fact it was all paid and that I didn’t owe a thing. I headed off on the next leg of my trip; while I drove I had two things on my mind the biker with those amazing eyes and who had paid for my.