I was in a bus the other day looking out of the window when the bus stopped at a traffic light.
A car stopped beside the bus. The male driver looked frustrated as he looked out of the window. Beside him, I saw a pair of humongous white thighs, cross legged on the front passenger seat. (i.e. the feet were off the floor) Could not see the woman's face but the sight of her ugly thighs were enough to make me understand why the man looked frustrated.
Even if the sex is free and frequent, imagine having to get in between those thighs everytime he has sex.
Would it not be better to have sex once a month with a bar pickup, or even a freelancer from the streets of Geylang?
Poor guy.
A car stopped beside the bus. The male driver looked frustrated as he looked out of the window. Beside him, I saw a pair of humongous white thighs, cross legged on the front passenger seat. (i.e. the feet were off the floor) Could not see the woman's face but the sight of her ugly thighs were enough to make me understand why the man looked frustrated.
Even if the sex is free and frequent, imagine having to get in between those thighs everytime he has sex.
Would it not be better to have sex once a month with a bar pickup, or even a freelancer from the streets of Geylang?
Poor guy.