- Reaction score
- 193
I go into REM sleep, and once again Im on a first date with a lovely lass named Susan. Dark hair,
skinny, white top, nice small tits.
We are at the movies, standing in line, on a Friday night, chatting in line, nervous, making small talk.
The wind is breezy and infuriating, the worst possible nightmare, kicking up my combover,
And to make it worse, the wind JUST HAPPENS to be blowing hard in the exact direction against my combover.
So the whole thing becomes a Donald Trump windflap and Susan looks at my head, and I feel her facial
expression register surprise, concern, and then disgust.
skinny, white top, nice small tits.
We are at the movies, standing in line, on a Friday night, chatting in line, nervous, making small talk.
The wind is breezy and infuriating, the worst possible nightmare, kicking up my combover,
And to make it worse, the wind JUST HAPPENS to be blowing hard in the exact direction against my combover.
So the whole thing becomes a Donald Trump windflap and Susan looks at my head, and I feel her facial
expression register surprise, concern, and then disgust.
