It’s Raining Men

Yesterday afternoon I went to the pool. The sun was shining, the beer was cold, and my pussy was sore from superdick sex that morning.

When I walked back to my apartment for a drink I ran into a guy coming down the stairs. He looked very familiar, but was gone in a flash. Half an hour later, I saw him at the other end of the pool. No, it couldn’t be. Could it? With my sunglasses down I stared at this guy for a good ten minutes before I decided to go investigate.

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