Shut in at home for three years straight. I was jerking off constantly when I noticed a mouse laughing at me. At my age, pushing forty, I figured it was time to start cooking for myself, so I headed to the supermarket—and that's when I saw her: a busty goddess with a clearly visible panty line. Mustering 100% courage, I approached her. Her initially cold expression gradually softened, and before I knew it, we were on our way to a hotel. I'd always thought H-cup women existed only in fantasy, so I panicked and ended up creampieing her pussy. Then she whispered, "I'm happy," and just like that, I finally became part of the real world. Sorry, but it's true.