"I'm driving," said the stranger."Well, that's the quickest way." said the Newfie.Golfer walks into the pro shop at the local course and asks the golf... pro if they sell ball markers.The golf pro says they do, and they are $1.00.The guy gives the golf pro a dollar.The golf pro opens the register, puts the dollar in, and hands him a dime to use as the marker.This economic model is also used by the government.This one is compliments of Paul it may be a repeat ... Show it to your better half...HOW. Sorpresa: il cameriere che ci aveva servito a tavola si stava inculando mia sorella.“Sei una gran troia !” diceva il cameriere e lei rispondeva a tono dicendo “Siiii, hmmm, sono la tua troia .... che bel cazzo hai... sfondami il culo.... mettilo tutto dentro .... ti sento, sei duro come il marmo ... hahaaa ... mi bruci dentro come il fuoco !!!!”Ero intento ad osservare il culo di mia sorella sfondato da quel possente membro quando alzando lo sguardo mi accorsi che mia sorella si era accorta. “I love you, Mom,” I moaned. I didn't want to be loud. Justin was in the next room, though he hadn't bothered to hide all the fun he was having with mom last night.I didn't care that mom was his whore, too. I only cared that she loved my pussy. I savored her lapping through my folds, brushing my clit again and again. My body shifted and undulated. My hands pulled up my nightgown farther my body, thrusting them over my budding breasts. I squeezed my little mounds, my thumbs rubbing over my pink. I found myself shifting around in my seat, trying to avoid bringing attention to my now full erection. It didn't go unnoticed:"So watcha got there, Uncle Billy? Is that what they call a Billy Club?" She laughed delightedly, cracking herself up."Never mind that for now, young lady," I said sternly, "we can talk about that later." I couldn't help but smile and my cheeks felt flushed all of a sudden. "Now, where were we?"Immediately she put her hand over her thong and slowly ran her fingers over.