Wow...this morning, I can't believe how my friend's wife, who has also been a VERY close friend for some 25 years...turned on me and just started spouting so much venom at me last night...I had noticed before how depressed and bitter she gets, but always kept it aimed at my friend instead of me, but last night, I was the target. And then to have her daughter beating me up in the car....(she's 35)...I don't need that.

There's so much I want to say about lust. About my lust for women. About my lust for girls. About my lust for...I do daydream about having guys for friends who are very open, totally unattached from my work environment, and comfortable about discussing what makes them very horny. As guys, we can never talk about our hard dicks, right? But what about having a special friend with whom we could talk about that uninhibited?

Ever watch the groups of young teenage girls at the mall?  They walk with attitude, swaying their hips, wearing their hip hugger, low rider jeans...squating down to look at something on the shelf and their butt cleavage shows in the back...that's excruciating. That pink supple lovely skin that bulges out a little around the waistline of their jeans, I call that SUGAR COOKIE DOUGH. Luscious!!!!

And girls are so hot at such a young age these days more than ever it seems. We have to pretend not to notice, but we notice. A lot of the time, I think the girls know.