“Sure! They were there last year. Hell, I would have peed my name in the snow anyway,” My Aunt seemed disappointed as she took off a little further. It was cold outside. In a few minutes, we had several more “Ding-ding-ding” points. Reindeer, make those targets worth hitting.”
You’re a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That’s okay, let’s see how you’re doin’
Put up your dukes, let’s get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Eddie played Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with your best shot.” Until I saw five women wiggling dildos shoved up their asses and in their twats trying to coax men to toss mistletoe wreaths on them – I would never have thought the song had anything to do with sex. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, son. “I think you are supposed to tease us, so I wouldn’t take it personally anyway,” she promised when she craned her neck off of my dick and took a deep breath.
