I can't keep it a secret anymore i wanna fuck that old, sad man. when i see that old, sad, pathetic, wet-eyed, feeble, pitiful, hull of a seemingly maybe once well adjusted old man there is nothing more I want to do than hold him down and have the worst sex of my life with him, because, remember, he's old, and sad, and waif like and i need him to know that for some reason god told me to find these traits desirable.
















