rules, y'know.
Look. Because it's cheap, you don't get involved (or worse, spend money), and it's fun.
The basics: I like girls; I like them to have tits (within limits, since dairy farms don't turn me on); I like to see a good stern (as the old skipper said, anyone can build a bow, but a good stern is a work of art) with plenty of shape, but I don't insist on bubble-butt, because I've seen some good droop and even some slab, if it's reasonably tight, and the classic big-nigger-ass is well worth a glance; and the face, although pretty far down my list, can't be utterly revolting, although I'm willing to negotiate. Race? Any number can play, white for preference. Gooks usually are titless, with honorable exceptions, and their faces do nothing for me. Black can be beautiful, bar almost all their faces. What are politely termed "Hispanics", although they have less Spanish in them than I do, which is zero, can be anything. Mostly they're too hairy, or dykes, or they chatter like a cage-full of monkeys, which they mostly resemble. And their tits are mostly sloppy, except for the sleek, pussycat exemplars, who look anorexic.
No, politically-correct, unlike huked on fonix, doesn't wurk fur mi.
What I like is the floor exerciser, blond, with a ring but who cares. She comes in wearing shorts over tights, so she can pretend she's not on show. And you can't see through it, though you wish you could. She puts down the water bottle (those hydrating broads must piss like fucking rhinoceri--ever see a rhinoceros take a piss? Like fucking gallons!); she tunes and retunes the iPod, which is good, because the noise in her head keeps her from noticing if I look too long or too hard. Then she drops her towel off her shoulders, hitches up the sports bra (giving a nice jolt to her boobies), and drops to the floor. In front of the mirrored wall, so all can be revealed.
She starts with the leg lifts, raising and spreading, again and again, sweat starting to form on forehead (and doubtless in her crotch). She swings back into a Yoga Plough, spreads her legs, and I can imagine the warmth and the acid, salty, feline, funky, female smell from her pussy and her tight little pucker.
Now, with her back to floor and bent double, legs behind her head, she raises them and opens and closes them, winking her pussy at me. Those soft little, tight little lips are saying, "I'll give you the best tongue sandwich ever." I can imagine the tiny little droplets of sweat running from her mound, dripping ever so slowly from her bush, down her clit and joining her cunt juice. Lunch is served.
Back up, sitting, facing away from me, taking a break. Intermission, folks. So I take up the barbells and do twenty reps, counting each aloud, sweating, watching myself in the mirror as if I never heard of twat, poontang or vaginal secretions.
In walks a nigger. Big ass, the kind that could use five or six good shots from a finger-width rattan cane, like they use in Singapore. To get her in the mood, to be followed by a well-lubed cock. But the rest is sloppy tits, kinky hair and incipient membership in the Great American Obesity Epidemic. Another one we'll have to support on Medicaid. Pass. More reps.
Blondie is back after her break, having taken aboard even more water. She stands and does touch-your-toes, legs spread, pucker, perineum and pussy every way free. Nice view, if limited. OK, enough for the openers, let's get to the main event.
She drops to the mat on hands and knees, faces the wall away from me, and does those leg-and-ab stretches that absolutely rock me! Lift left leg and stretch it back, grinding pucker and pussy and then opening them up. Do same with right. Then left right left, and I'm marching to the beat of a different drum.
I can almost hear her pussy sucking wind, her puckered little asshole going "squish squish" with the dripping sweat. I can almost smell it, well-prepared, well-tended, warmed-to-perfection USDA Prime Bitch. Who needs little blue pills? What you need really is droopy, floppy gym shorts, with no inner mesh brief, that could conceal a hard-on and an armored infantry brigade. And I got 'em. It's easy to cut out the mesh briefs. Just get a color that doesn't show pre-cum, if you can find it. Or try surgical adhesive tape to the tip of your cock. Just be careful getting it off, or you won't be getting off for a while, if you get my meaning.
