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My name's Roy. I'm a six-foot tall well-tanned blonde resident of Los Angeles, and I just got dumped by my girlfriend. What's her problem, anyway? We're on the beach, and, I have to admit it, there are a lot of sexy gorgeous women there. String bikinis... thongs... I think they wear other stuff, too. Anyway, my girlfriend -- ex-girlfriend -- caught me peeking at a few other girls. Hey, I'm a guy, right? We look at things. *Nice* things.
Anyway, I just dumped her off at her house, and I'm driving a little too fast in the suburbs. See, my girlfriend's kind of hot, too, and she really turns me on. It doesn't help that I forgot to do my laundry, and ran out of my regular swimming trunks. Today, I wore my tight Speedos and a loose Hawaiian shirt. Didn't have much else to wear.
It also didn't much help that, in my apartment complex, there's this goregous sexy woman who gets her nice tan at the apartment swimming pool. She's a well-built brunette who can fill her two-piece red bikini quite nicely. My apartment looks over the pool and I'll see here there, occasionally, and admire the view. I wonder if she sees me back behind those dark sunglasses of hers. I'll occasionally go onto my balcony without a top because it's hot out there. Anyway, I was enjoying her terrific body before I went off to the beach -- any my now ex-girlfriend noticed how *aroused* I was when I picked her up. Things didn't go any better from there. God, women are so possessive.
Anyway, I'm driving back home, and it seems that ignoring a few stop signs wasn't a good idea. I hear a siren coming from behind me, and get pulled over. Why aren't these cops chasing after criminals instead of us guys? So I park the car, and the cop comes. Holy sh*t! He's a she, and I recognize her immediately. It's the brunette from my apartment! Suddenly, I'm nervous as all h*ll -- my pecker's getting all stiff and she can see the d*mn thing in my Speedos. This is turning out to be a great day. And, yes, I'm being sarcastic.
Now where the h*ll did I put my wallet.... Oh, f*ck.
Anyway, I just dumped her off at her house, and I'm driving a little too fast in the suburbs. See, my girlfriend's kind of hot, too, and she really turns me on. It doesn't help that I forgot to do my laundry, and ran out of my regular swimming trunks. Today, I wore my tight Speedos and a loose Hawaiian shirt. Didn't have much else to wear.
It also didn't much help that, in my apartment complex, there's this goregous sexy woman who gets her nice tan at the apartment swimming pool. She's a well-built brunette who can fill her two-piece red bikini quite nicely. My apartment looks over the pool and I'll see here there, occasionally, and admire the view. I wonder if she sees me back behind those dark sunglasses of hers. I'll occasionally go onto my balcony without a top because it's hot out there. Anyway, I was enjoying her terrific body before I went off to the beach -- any my now ex-girlfriend noticed how *aroused* I was when I picked her up. Things didn't go any better from there. God, women are so possessive.
Anyway, I'm driving back home, and it seems that ignoring a few stop signs wasn't a good idea. I hear a siren coming from behind me, and get pulled over. Why aren't these cops chasing after criminals instead of us guys? So I park the car, and the cop comes. Holy sh*t! He's a she, and I recognize her immediately. It's the brunette from my apartment! Suddenly, I'm nervous as all h*ll -- my pecker's getting all stiff and she can see the d*mn thing in my Speedos. This is turning out to be a great day. And, yes, I'm being sarcastic.
Now where the h*ll did I put my wallet.... Oh, f*ck.