I had another thought, sick fucker that I am.

I am back.  It has been too long since my last post and that is life.  Strange and sad goingson in my life.  I was just at the funeral of an old friend's mother.  I had not really seen this friend in a while and we live in the same neighbourhood.  I used to run into her all the time but no longer.  No real worries there.

Anyway, I was shocked about her mother.  Then again, I thought her mother was much older than she was.  I had not seen her mother in about 25 years, either.  Well, it turns out that her mother was having breakfast and started choking on some toast.  She had the presence of mind to seek out a neighbour for some help and then had a massive heart attack.  This woman was a Holocaust survivor.  The Nazis could not kill but a piece of toast did.  I still like toast, though.  It is warm and a great place to hold my jam.

This got me to thinking about old girlfriends.  In particular there was the one I had mentioned here previously.  I saw her recently and noticed she has not aged particularly well and she had thick hands and small fingers like my grandmother.

Now, I have to say this.  My dick looked huge in her hands, so that was cool.  Then again, my mind would run and it would be as if my grandmother's hands were giving me a handjob.  Again, this would not have been so bad if she could have given me a handjob as good as my grandmother's (as long as she had taken off her rings).  Alas, she could not and we broke up.

Chew on that one for a while.  Ciao!