Okay, maybe it's not exactly spontaneous, as the arrival of spring finds this young man's thoughts turning to unspeakably depraved fantasies involving every half-decent short-skirted, pushed-up femme I pass on the street. It's actually a year-round thing, but the problem is more, uh, apparent during the warmer months because a) pleasantly-shaped **** and asses are blatantly on display and b) the lack of some sort of coat or jacket leaves you without much cover.
I know I'm not in the minority here; how do the rest of you cope?
I know I'm not in the minority here; how do the rest of you cope?
