Not that he minded jacking off, as a matter of fact, he loved it, was good at it, practiced at least twice a day, and built some very good fantasy's while pulling on his cock.Not that he minded jacking off, as a matter of fact, he loved it, was good at it, practiced at least twice a day, and built some very good fantasy's while pulling on his cock. But it was still not near as good as a girl. George was an automotive sales clerk at a national parts chain, and didn't meet any ladies where he worked, not counting his boss's wife, the bookkeeper, who's name was Thelma and weighed at least 350 pounds. Thelma had rolls of fat standing on top of rolls of fat and also had two hairs growing from a mole at the side of her jaw that wiggled when she talked. Thelma liked George, and liked to bend over showing him the cleavage between her pillow sized breasts, but George wasn't interested in fucking her. Too dangerous with her husband the boss, and too much fat. George spent his time in the shopping mall book stores, looking at the shelves of the self-improvement books, buying those that caught his fancy, hoping to find the secret of meeting and fucking girls. Most of the books were a waste of his money and time, but George had a lot of time. The books said that if you wanted to meet girls that were interested in doing what you wanted to do, then go to the places that shared a mutual interest. George was interested in fucking, and he didn't know where to go to find the girls that were also interested in fucking, too. |