HOW HIGH AM I?

Sure, it's a little blurry. Sometimes pictures come out that way. But look at them. Look at the voluptuous shape of those ripe... um... I need to get a grip. I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. I just can't help myself when breasts like these are thrust into my field of vision. It's disorientating and my only cure would be to squeeze them with wild abandon. Better yet, I would also fully enjoy resting my head in between them.

The beautiful boobs that lay before you are those of my #2 hag... hIgh... with a capital I. Let me tell you a little something about hIgh. She is a layered, sharp-as-a-tack, Amazonian fox. Our interludes and general conversation would make a porn star blush. hIgh knows who she is and will verbally trounce you if you attempt to challenge her wit (only I can converse with her on that special level). We just simply GET EACH OTHER. I love her for that.

hIgh my Greek Goddess, I confess my undying loyalty and lust for you and someday, maybe someday, you'll take a glance down at my crotch and realize my penis is fully penetrated in your vagina. I love you, my self-proclaimed "gay man trapped in a woman's body..."

Slurp...

(I must apologize to my virginal readers. Today's post was inspired from my crotch)