“Yeah, if you’re up to it,” he added. Porn sex “What’s all the hollering!” my dad shouted angrily from his bedroom window. “Sure, good jobs are real scarce, and that bastard wouldn’t let me have a hound dog.” I said. “Fuck anything with a hard on,” he added, “Now the way I see it you need a walking hard on, like a hard on with legs right?” he said, “And one that aint diseased like Henderson here, so hows about he moves right in, and every morning seven thirty sharp he screws you for a half hour, then you go school.”
“Daddy!” she complained. “Is that right?” he asked, “So why you got a woody?”
“I don’t sir.” I said, she touched the front of my pants, her little warm fingers on my tool. “He did daddy, last fall,” I heard Sheila herself say. “You lied,you morons,” Rigsby said to his boys, “And I don’t like being lied to.”
“You said tomorrow morning,” Jake said, “You leave it to us she’ll have the full set by morning.”
“Right, Rigsby,” said, “But see I already threatened them with a shot gun and still he won’t fuck her,”
“Your drunk sir!” I reminded him. “Uh, they can’t, we tied them wrong.” Jake admitted. “Steve!” she wailed, “You can’t!”
“Sure can,” I said. “Sure did.” Rigsby agreed. “Pleasures of the flesh hold
