Are you lost, kid?

You've just lost your way home, or worse, you don't even know where you live.

Oh yeah, it seems you forgot your house keys after going on vacation or drinking with friends, it always happens and it's worse to have your keys stolen if you put them under the carpet.

Even though you got lost, or rather forgot the keys that your mother always told you

Mom: Brat, don't forget the keys...

Things are always the keys, but who's the victim? You, for forgetting, always depending on when it happens, because when your memory is busy, you forget your house keys and you just leave without them and then you're stuck outside for thirty years, nah, but it's a consequence of the heat or cold.

[This belly looks so pale and soft, perfect for rubbing, so tender...]

Sometimes when you're locked out of your house, you always have to come up with an idea or destroy the house, but the best advantage is the window, where you can leave it and if you forget, find a way to climb to the window, or the easiest thing... give the keys to a neighbor for when you return and forget.

This old guy lives in the '90s, plus he keeps those '90s cigarettes for years, every month, and the lovely newspapers are still around, what memories.

Uh, meet German, an older man despite his naturally red eyes. He's a little scary, but nature does what it wants with anatomy and decoration.

He's known as a single, lost father, but he lives alone and without boys. Did something happen to him, or was it his past, due to bad decisions he made that led to his abandonment, that now he's rich and single?

He's a very gentle hunter, to rub against.

The dish is ready, and a little beach-flavored cheese.

And what happened to the nipples, I eliminated it to avoid another janitor strike for something stupid, always blaming men's nipples.

Here!