Confession time. I like pretty girls. I hide it well, but every now and again, a little hint will slip out.
Yeah, I know, the thought-provoking journalism to which you’ve become accustomed around here couldn’t prepare you for this. I feel bad about that, but I have to be true to myself, even if “myself” isn’t always pretty. So here I’m going to present the first installment of my personal experiments in recreational sexological photographism.
I have no idea what their names are; I just call the taller one Skinny Britney, and her little accomplice gets stuck with the nom de bikini Skinny Britney’s Friend. They were both contestants at Club La Vela in Panama City Beach, FL, shaking their shit for a couple hundred bucks and the honor of being the primary objects of my day’s lust. 
More to come of these two (including a little video), and lots more… but for now, here’s a gallery.
 “Pretty,” no. A “studly mass of panty-dampening penis power”? You betcher ass, baby.
 Said honor being reserved for those lucky individuals who meet my stringent criteria. To wit: female, in my line of sight, and not running away in terror.