I walked westish on Peninsula Beach road. I took the pedestrian walkway up to Island Terrace. It’s noonish ... I’d slept myself out ... so I looke...d both ways ... twice.These folks drive on the left but at sea boats must obey right of way. And sailboats not under power have right of way ... as long as the sailboat isn’t stupid about it. Ships are clumsy and slow to stop.Island Terrace has a designated bike and pedestrian path on the left. Island Terrace is one street of a six street intersection. They were brought to the house one at a time at first, were I introduced them into womanhood and the art of lovemaking, as I took their virginities one by one and filled their tiny pussies with my seed too, each hoping I would knock them up. After which they now come by when ever they can to be injected with my seed and as often as they can, sometimes alone, sometimes two of them and even at times all of them. They even manage to arrange for one to spend the entire night on Friday and or. Id lost grip on reality and i knew this had gone past the point of no return now .. i was so turned on .. i fell to my knees and began franticly tugging at jeans and trousers .. and with in seconds i had four hard cocks standing out in front of me to choose from ..I was like a crazed sex maniac ... wanking and sucking them all in turn .. returning to one to suck it greddily down before swapping and swallowing another as they stood around me in a circle all jossling to get in my mouth at once ... It’s my favorite color. I am writing this to tell about my recent ‘conversion’ to a new way of thinking. My best friend in the whole world is Tracey. She and I have been friends and lived in the same apartment building since we were born. In fact, we were supposed to be born on the same day, but she’s two months older because she was a preemie. We always told each other everything and did things together whenever we could. Her parents even waited when it was time for her to start kindergarten.