Dreamin’ of the Future

So when I was little, I wanted to be like the Catcher in the Rye. No, I am not kidding you. How great would it be to hang out in a field of flowers (or wheat or rye . . . like, who actually knows?) and catch little munchkins all day! I know for sure that you P-cock pervert daddies feel the same way as I do about that. You’d all love to hang out with your pants around you ankles and have adorable little ones tossed into your arms–or onto your bulging dicks all day. It would be like a candy store for baby cuties. You could literally have your pick of any shape, size, height, age, and type that you could ever want. The plump, pig-tailed little brunette in the corner with the three freckles across her nose. The shy looking blonde with the itty-bitty titties, sucking on a pacifier in the corner. The tiny little boy jacking his miniature male package at the sight of YOU, Mr. P-Cock, shoving your entire meat stick inside of a 4-foot tall young bitch. The Catcher in the Rye sounds like a great occupation. You just have to think of it as dirty as I do. ;-)

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