The last day?

80 degrees on a Friday calls for a ride in the car with my Ghost Train vape and a couple of cold ones and ending up at Desires. Full roster of the best day girls and lo and behold 8 dancers from the night shift. 5 of my top 6 favorites and for the first time in probably a year, minimal customers. Dancers outnumbering them. Chose one of my favorite spinners who spent 1/2 hour with me as I drank beer and kept it throbbing the entire time. That 30 minutes was better than any lap dance ever. Back to car for a smoke (simple jack) and some vape and then off to a room. Tasty and sweet as I dined at the Y. Amazing bbbj and great kissing and then came the moment of truth: we're both naked, I am on the couch and she grasps my member, climbs on top of me, rises up and says lets have some rule fun, as she begins to lower herself onto me. In my 35+ years of divorce practice I can easily name 500 - 600 former clients who got a girl pregnant and had their financial lives crushed forever. I haven't fucked a woman under 45 bareback in 45 years. This runs through my mind as the hispanic hottie begins to lower herself onto me. The feeling is incredible as she is 21, hot, wet and tight and then the ill fated word enters my mind: "pregnancy". If you have ever stuck a pin in a balloon you would be amazed at the similarities to what happened to me, just faster. Did it come back? yes. Did it enjoy bbbj? Yes. Does it want to go back and do it again? No. Always wondered what I would do if I ever had a chance to fuck a stripper bareback for free and now I know. Nothing. Not a damn thing. Now that I know, there is no point in going again. Not saying I will never go, just saying that now I know that other than sheer boredom, there is no point in going.