“I took off my denim cowboy hat, gave him a coy smile and asked if there was a Mrs. Wilson. I didn’t wait for an answer, I couldn’t…”
An older gentlemen answered the door and introduced himself as Mr. Wilson. I told him what I had seen and he told me it had happened a million times before and that he hated that fucking kid. At first I found this man to be a bit unfriendly and quite cantankerous, but before I knew it, I was overwhelmed with a wave of carnal lust I had never known before. I don’t know if it was his crusty old moustache or his bulbous nose but I knew I had to have him and I had to have him now.
“He kissed me back and squeezed my athletic buns with a passion I hadn’t felt since my wedding night when I married myself…”
Special needs child turned international fitness celebrity.