Feed Your Wild, Bucking Mustang Some Generi Viagra

Gather round the campfire with me, Cowboy Dick, and I'll rustle up a Generic Viagra story. She was a lady, mister. A lonely, undersexed lady. That was back when I met her, when I first started out as a rodeo rider. For the next five years, she rode this wild, raging bronco between my legs for lengths of time the judges had never dreamed of. Now, things had come full circle: she was undersexed again, and I was considering using Generic Viagra. Without warning, that wild, muscle-bound bull down there decided to become Chief Sitting Bull. Just sat there, all stoic and in perfect harmony with the earth, refusing to do anything. Maybe it was all my years of getting thrown from real bulls, breaking ribs and whatnot-it was as if all of those broken bones had finally led to the most important bone in my body to be weakened. I'm just an ignorant cowboy, and at some point I wondered if I had osteoporosis in my penis. Then I found out that only women get that-old, decrepit women, with sagging breasts and wrinkled bee-hinds. Oh, and after further Generic Viagra research, I learned that there's actually not a bone in the penis. It just feels that way when that tissue gets engorged with blood. Then it rears up and starts a-buckin'. And just hold on for dear life, ladies, lest you be tossed and roughed up-possibly gored! Especially when Generic Viagra is used. It's a horny, dangerous beast, with no regard for human life. And when it sees red, there ain't no telling what it'll take a mind to do.

More about my wife, before I tell you more about my Generic Viagra saved my Billy the Kid from a premature death. Yeah, I met her back during one of my first rodeo rides, in some pitiful little tent out in a godforsaken town near the Mexican border. I got tossed, sure enough, and trampled around a bit by the raging bull. Damn near shat my pants too, by golly. They must have fed the thing Generic Viagra, to get it riled up like that. I was lying there, feeling like my face had been broken, when old Suzy jumped out of the grandstands, hit the bull with her purse (the bull fainted), ran up to where I was lying motionlessly, and straddled my body, and asked me to do it to her! She said I was the cutest cowboy she'd ever seen, and she wanted to have a peek at the cactus underneath my jeans. Back then, of course, I didn't need Generic Viagra. I said, "Honey, I can't move. I can't hardly talk. I reckon I can't properly give you a branding any time soon." "Then why do you have a woody, cowboy?" "I'll be darned," I said. She was right. I could feel it now. Looking up at her bra-less breast dangling over me, I'd gotten a hard-on the size of Oklahoma. I got up, decided the doctor visit could wait until tomorrow, and took her back to my ranch, where I banged her on the back porch until the cows came home (literally).

She was the most sex-starved little thing I ever did see. She wanted it morning, noon, and night. And I gave it to her, until the need for Generic Viagra set in. She'd come to expect a lot of me. So you can imagine how devastated she was the first time she straddled me and asked for a ride, and that dumb beast between my legs. I realized that I'd have to do something, and decided to order some Generic Viagra. Boy, did I get the results she wanted! It was like a trip back through the sex-time continuum. I'll continue my ignorant hayseed sex story later, though!