My ‘I Love to Eat Pussy’ T-Shirt Part 1

Me encanta comer coño (I love to eat pussy) Part 1

What the hell? Most of the places I frequent wouldn’t have a clue what the print on the front of my t-shirt meant. My friend at the screen print business didn’t even know, but when she asked, I told her the truth, “Look, Katie, I’m gettin’ too old to chase women, so we’ll see if this shirt will get some results. I’ve been divorced for seventeen years, but I still need a woman’s company once in a while. At 63 years old, it’s just a little harder to get women to believe I’m serious about sex. Quite frankly, the English translation is, ‘I love to eat pussy’, and I do.”

Katie’s mouth dropped open. I’d known her for five or six years and had many caps and t-shirts printed in her shop. Her husband was an advertising executive. His business was located on the far side of Kansas City and with his elevated status in the firm, he travelled frequently and far
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“DONNNNNNNNN! I can’t believe you just said that!”

“Why? Believe it, Katie. I do love to eat pussy and this shirt is going to get me some…I hope.”

“Damn,” she said shaking her head, “I should have looked up the translation before I printed it. You better not tell anybody where you got it.”

“Why not? I’m sure there will be others who’ll be interested in having one, especially if it works.”

I paid my bill, picked up the plastic bag containing the shirt and started for the door, “Thank you, Katie.