A cute, obedient, and unencumbered thirtysomething has as good a shot with me as anyone.
I mean, this blog’s been here five years… I’ve slowly gone from “relatively, sort-of” old to full-on “holy shit this is happening” old. Fortunately, this simply means that a cunt in her early 30s can now convincingly pass as my daughter when I feel her up in public.
Isn’t nature magical?