My father grinned like the idiot he was. “I say,” a gruff voice enquired, “Who has been fucking whom?”
“Tis I father, fucking Lucinda’s whore.” I announced. Sex video “I’m not a whore,” Pat bridled. “Did you plan this?” I demanded. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” I observed and I lifted the kneeling Pat’s skirt. “Father there is no link betwixt testicles and eyeballs save for the commonly used expression “Balls” I explained but his brain, always supposing he possessed one, was too feeble to comprehend. “Did you plan this?” I demanded. ====================================================================
It was late one afternoon when father called me into his study. She smiled, “Forbes the Ostler and Jameson the under Butler if I remember correctly, there have been so many you understand, and your father prefers gentlemen anyway
