It was her.

She was the big titted backpacker I met in San Franciso.

She hadn't aged a month.

Her name, well who remembers names.

But her tits seemed bigger, firmer.

She use to work at a yogurt ice cream place.

I never did ask her if she made the smoothies from her own milk.

What was your secret to eternal youth, I asked Becky.

'I eat lots of cum.'

I said I hadn't spunked my quota and she's welcome to put her vacuum cleaner around my private parts.

Copenhagen was really looking promising.

'Yum yum,' said Becky.

Once a whore, always a whore, I thought, as I wiped my cock on the curtains.

I was Australian, after all, and we had high standards.

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