The One that got away.
A moment in my life that still makes me ask the eternal question; What If?
My college roommate was a shmuck, a womanizing pretty boy that would fuck any woman he could stick his pathetic little pecker in. Yes, I lived with the guy, so yes, I’d seen his dick. I would guess a bit smaller than average, but he seemed to be successful with it. By the end of our first semester, I had counted at least twenty. I rarely saw the same one twice, but there were a few of the less attractive girls that would...