Tiffany’s Teddy

I love hitting the bar on Sunday nights. The one thing I can count on is that it will have some very interesting patrons. Last night was exceptionally interesting.
I was already horny as hell when I got there and had decided I was going to get laid. Tiffany was at the house sitting with the girls so I knew I didn’t have to be home anytime soon.
Sitting at the end of the bar was a gruff looking man. He looked like he was drowning his sorrows in booze. I went over and sat next to him striking up a conversation.
He began to tell me how his girl had just dumped him claiming he was a dumb ass and that what he thought was a funny and loving gesture had backfired on him.
Probing further I asked what had happened that caused her to dump him in such a way.
He went on to tell me that she loved Teddy Bears. He had bought her every kind he could find in the year they were dating. So on a whim he decided to get her one that no one could ever have possibly gotten her before nor would ever again.
Thinking this was a sweet thing I asked where he found the Teddy and why she was so unhappy with it.
With sad eyes he undid his pants right there at the bar and showed me the tattooed Teddy around his cock.
I couldn’t help spitting my drink out as I burst into laughter. I know it was like rubbing salt into the wound but I couldn’t help it.
I felt so bad that I told him I had three girls at home that would love to join me and play with his Teddy, my two girls and the sitter.
I took him home and after the girls all got the same laugh I did, we eased his sorrows and played with Teddy all night long. Tiffany was especially fond of it so we named it Tiffany’s Teddy,

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