BigJimsWornOutTires
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It was a bit after eleven when I went to the grocery store to pick up a few bottles of wine after a late workout at the gym. Two girls in skirts approached me, giggling like weirdos. Back then, I wore tight dry-fit shirts because they illustrated the sacrifices I endured to keep my body in top shape. With that said, the short redhead uttered, “Not much left for the imagination.” I glanced to my side, and her eyes were locked on my crotch. Underwear wasn't my thing.
The tall blonde said, “You grab his arms, I’ll pull his dick out.” They both giggled. She stepped to me and blurted, “Please don’t tell me you’re gay.” I told her that I wasn’t. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my dick—it was the redhead! The distraction was exploited by her buddy.
“It’s real,” she conveyed. “Are we exciting you, grandpa?” she asked, glancing at my lips.
“No,” I responded. “It’s an autism spectrum disorder.” The blonde grabs it! The fuck??
“Ssssstop it!” I expressed. “Sssssstop it, right now.”
While both of them were laughing, they kept grasping at him as I slapped their hands away.
“We’ll stop if you buy us this,” the blonde said and wiggled a bottle of wine. It wouldn’t be right, I told them. “Have it your way,” she reacted and seized him again. I backed up against the shelves, causing bottles to rattle, as they resumed the sexual assault.
Finally, an older woman in her twenties noticed what was happening and came to my defense. “Okay, girls, enough,” she said. “Don’t you two have a curfew?” The teenagers pouted, lowered their heads, and walked away. I believe they left the store with the wine because I heard a woman yell for the police to come.
“Maybe you should wear briefs with your sweats if you get excited so easily in public,” the dirty blonde MILF suggested.
I told her that it was an anxiety issue. “When I’m in public, I get hard as a rock.”
“Hmm,” she reacted. “Wanna come back to my place and I’ll take care of that for you?”
“Okey dokey.”
Female entitlement is real.
The tall blonde said, “You grab his arms, I’ll pull his dick out.” They both giggled. She stepped to me and blurted, “Please don’t tell me you’re gay.” I told her that I wasn’t. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my dick—it was the redhead! The distraction was exploited by her buddy.
“It’s real,” she conveyed. “Are we exciting you, grandpa?” she asked, glancing at my lips.
“No,” I responded. “It’s an autism spectrum disorder.” The blonde grabs it! The fuck??
“Ssssstop it!” I expressed. “Sssssstop it, right now.”
While both of them were laughing, they kept grasping at him as I slapped their hands away.
“We’ll stop if you buy us this,” the blonde said and wiggled a bottle of wine. It wouldn’t be right, I told them. “Have it your way,” she reacted and seized him again. I backed up against the shelves, causing bottles to rattle, as they resumed the sexual assault.
Finally, an older woman in her twenties noticed what was happening and came to my defense. “Okay, girls, enough,” she said. “Don’t you two have a curfew?” The teenagers pouted, lowered their heads, and walked away. I believe they left the store with the wine because I heard a woman yell for the police to come.
“Maybe you should wear briefs with your sweats if you get excited so easily in public,” the dirty blonde MILF suggested.
I told her that it was an anxiety issue. “When I’m in public, I get hard as a rock.”
“Hmm,” she reacted. “Wanna come back to my place and I’ll take care of that for you?”
“Okey dokey.”
Female entitlement is real.
