Ohh! Indian xxx You: I am a little reluctant to sign without fully understanding some of the boilerplate and technical jargon, yet I’m getting that oh so familiar itch. Me: Language, young lady and man! You: No, I think you mean jizz, kiddo. Kids: Dad! And, I love the the way your tongue feels on my twat as I try to throat your magnificent tool all the way down to your balls. Me: (bucks you off me) shotgun, set… I’m feeling more or less lucky if that was even purportedly realistically practically feasibly magically delicious or complex. Kids: Wow Mom, you’ve been drinking too much of Dad’s Kool-Aid! Oh! What’s that supposed to mean, now? Me: Roger (takes pants down to ankles)
You: Oh God you already have a hard on! Me: Who you calling a cracker?
