Yeah, I really am...
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
About this time last week:
Her: You're not creepy, you're nice.
Me: I *act* nice, but I really am just a creepy old pervert.
Her: Why do you say that? You're a gentleman.
Me: I like having sex with girls half my age instead of my wife, and I don't mind paying for it.
Her: ...
Me: See?
She finished the song out, lifted her pussy off my finger, and left with mumbled thank you.
This week:
Her: (walking up to me as I sit down) Ok, but you're a *nice* creepy old pervert.
Me: It's the "don't mind paying for it" part, isn't it?
Her: Pretty much yeah. But you are at least nice about it.
Honesty is the best policy.
Her: You're not creepy, you're nice.
Me: I *act* nice, but I really am just a creepy old pervert.
Her: Why do you say that? You're a gentleman.
Me: I like having sex with girls half my age instead of my wife, and I don't mind paying for it.
Her: ...
Me: See?
She finished the song out, lifted her pussy off my finger, and left with mumbled thank you.
This week:
Her: (walking up to me as I sit down) Ok, but you're a *nice* creepy old pervert.
Me: It's the "don't mind paying for it" part, isn't it?
Her: Pretty much yeah. But you are at least nice about it.
Honesty is the best policy.
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sc: they tell me "but you look good for your age".