Mags FULL of bare girls

How I loved it on payday, going round all the baregirl bookshops and buying stacks of mags, specially adult shops were ladies served, even young ladies. Sometimes I'd stagger up to the counter, my mac done up even on hot days, and push up against the counter while the young lady picked up each mag to tap it into the cash machine, trying not to shudder or moan as willy pumped spunk into my underpants and trousers. Those were the days, heaven for a total wanker like me.