Since moving to Athens, Ga in 1992, I’ve had a lot of fun. It’s a pretty okay place to live, but the major attraction for me is the abundance of college girl pussy that I’m still able to tap into from time to time, even all these years later.
One of my favorite memories was from shortly after I’d arrived in town. I was pretty young, early twenties, and not at all bad to look at, though I was skinny as a rail back then (which made me seem a little taller than my actual six feet) and as goofy as we all were at that age. I was clean-cut and tended to dress up when I went out – a nice suit is catnip for the ladies, let me tell you, even if a strong wind would have blown me away. A few years of indulging in rich Italian foods and good whiskey, and now I’m the middle-weight champion of the world, but I still get compliments and I’ve been called handsome more than a few times by ladies younger than myself, even though I honestly think I look more like Black Uncle Fester these days. But if some cute co-ed wants to take a ride, who am I to question their aesthetic sensibilities?