I don’t pitch a tent-I form a mountain...5th wheel style rubbers covered when I’m rear mounted, Under the covers, in the kitchen over at my neighbors house, there’s a genie in my lamp, and she wants to let it out...Getting down in public, call me Jason Statham Cuz I work my crank with ease, in packed stadiums, when the ladies praise my efforts they release screams, shakes and shiver, shits relentless I deliver this message...I’m no pious deity. “Oh, my God,” They say, nope it’s jUNk.38. big fan of ménage-a-masquerades, Dominant though can role play the slave, Pleasure centered team player from first base all the way to home plate, grand slam I can, squeeze her trigger, got her squirtin’ like a super soaker...To begin whisper in her earOnly in the alphabet does “I” come before “U”...