I drilled Lacy’s grimy garage for several minutes before I felt the familiar sensation of swimmers seeking to escape my urethra. Porn videos The night had caught up to me and I quickly fell asleep on Lacy’s living room floor right where I lay, entirely spent. Now.”
“But Stewart need ice cream—”
“Stewart! My cunt crawler resumed its firmness and I suddenly went to work, doing pushups into Lacy’s moldy muff as she sat against the bottom of the couch. One of the more entertaining bar endeavors that I partook in involved doing karaoke covers of popular rap songs from the early 1990’s. I’ll talk to you in the morning about this, okay?”
“Stewart need ice cream,” the boy replied. I then swiftly went for the door. Through my groggy eyes, which were still encrusted with buggers from my catatonic slumber, I watched as the man opened the door and let inside the trailer a second individual. My efforts were seemingly futile, as boning Lacy’s broadened pink was like throwing a Twinkie down a hallway. Soon, conflict was at hand and I had several private meetings with my professors where
