I once had a long-distance friendship with this guy who lived in Chicago. We exchanged pics, buy we never actually met. I mad a suggestion: we would mail each other's cum-soaked underwear (sealed in a Ziploc, to preserve freshness) on the same day and agree to open them up at exactly the same time, just before bedtime. Never got around to doing it, but I think it has become a ligering fantasy for me. |