My security risk is my best mates.
I feel bad not sharing my punting adventures with them, but I worry they'd retell the stories in the pub after a few drinks, or to their burds, even if sworn to secrecy. Then the stories would circulate & catch up with me...
So I force myself to keep punting secret from everyone, though I've been close to telling all a few times.
It feels like I'm lying to my mates, but it's the lesser of 2 evils.
Absolutely, total secrecy and nothing less will do I'm afraid.
A guy i work with plays away regularly and regales me with lurid stories about fucking these milfs up the ass, coming in their gobs etc. Then started telling me about the 2 knocking shops in town and how much it costs etc (actually he's way off the mark) and what the birds are like.
I just smile inscrutably.
Would love to say, listen mate, I wouldn't touch your old slappers with a bargepole, I've fucked the gorgeous Emily Jane AND her equally gorgeous mate Hannah together both in skimpy school uniform and pigtails then I came in her eager, soft, young mouth to finish. And I've fucked so many other fit young birds I couldn't possibly begin to count them. Not only that I regularly see a girl that lets me tie her up spreadeagled and blindfolded and then fuck the living daylights out of her!!
But instead, we have to keep our powder dry, keep our own counsel, until the next time.
Thank fuck for UKP!!