He should never have gotten down there in the first place. Send him back up here.”“No way,” replied Satan. “I like having an engineer, and I�...�m keeping him.”God threatened, “Send him back up here now or I’ll sue!”Satan laughed and answered, “Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?”This woman goes in for a facelift and the doctor says: “We’ve got this new method: I put a knob in the back of your head, and every time you feel like you need a lift, just turn it.”She gets the knob. ..she was spending the night twice a week at his house and he would come over as often as she could get him to visit and usually as soon I closed the door to our daughter's room I'd hear our bedroom door close in the hallway and soon I could hear the moans of my ex getting fucked and I'd have to turn up my daughter's radio...well, my ex was Nick's Bitch In Heat. So, I designed the paw print he sent me with the letters "N B I H" in the center of the tattoo and sent it back to him for his. ”And so we had a gentle shower and then fell into sleep. The dull ache in my balls slowly faded and I slept deeply. Tiff checked everything was in working order before her morning run, much to Charlie’s chagrin when I rolled back over and fell asleep again.The girls came to breakfast while we were there. All but Sandra talked happily; Sandra was avoiding joining in. Tiff and Charlie said nothing. At least nobody was making a scene. Was I supposed to apologise to her?“So how was your date last. "We're just off out, there's a pie in the fridge if you're hungry. We'll be back later on tonight." Okay!" I shouted down.There were sounds of footsteps and then doors opening and then closing down the stairs.I stood up off the bed and yawned and then walked to the bathroom with my hard cock sticking out of my boxers like a rocket, turned on the shower and slid them off before stepping underneath the water. I had been under the shower for five minutes and my cock was still rock hard and I.