It's spring again! How can I tell. Because my dick is harder than a rock all the time. All I have going through my head are thoughts of Fornication.

Every spring, women emerge from their winter coats like butterflies. Wearing bright color and short skirts, they invoke powerful thoughts of procreation assuring the human races last at least another generation.

I Love Spring! Every year a new crop of dick-nutty pussy! Even the Fat Girls are looking good!