Can you imagine the firsthand account of this going down?
I pulled my cap down under my ears. Gotta keep my ears warm. The air is cool on this winter night, and I don't need any earaches.
I have been watching this fool for weeks, biding my time and waiting for the right moment to strike. Waiting, longing to finally see the look on this mother fucker's face once I finally seize the chance to softly and playfully caress his asshole with my fingertips. I can already smell the baby powder in the air; I say this, because I always powder my hands before I touch an asshole, for one so that I know what I am dealing with, and second because if what I am dealing with isn't wet it will make for a more satisfying tickle.
I get out of my car and head for the house. My heart is beating wildly. My stomach has butterflies like when I was in school and flirting with white girls who were way too young to be messing with me (not only because they were freshmen and I was a senior, but also because I had failed 12th grade two times). I almost had an erection, but I calmed myself. Plenty of time for that in a minute.