I don't know why you always get so God damn Postal!" Some of the initial shock had worn off, and she felt a little angry."Well how do you think I felt...?! I'm supposed to be your boyfriend damn it!" His face became flush with rage. "Don't you think I knew every time he sent me into town, or out to that God damn barn it was so he could stick his cock up your snatch! How do you think I felt knowing he was fucking my girlfriend every time he kicked me out of the Goddamn trailer?! I'll tell you how. He took some of my clear precum and rubbed it on his own cock, I took some of his and rubbed it on my cock.It felt incredible, my own brother jerking my big cock. I was about to cum, and I could feel he was too."See, it's not so bad having a tiny cock," I said breathlessly, "It gets hard and cums just like any other."Just to fuck with him, because we're brothers after all, albeit lovers now, I took Sis' panties and rubbed them in his face and stuffed them in his mouth. I wasn't gay, but I had. . My name, mobile phone number, living address, etc.If a man speaks his mind in a forest, but no woman hears him, is he still wrong?A woman comes to a psychologist and asks:- I have recently found out that my husband has a mistress. Should I tell that to him?- No need to do that, - tells the psychologist. - I bet he knows it.An elderly man remembers the good old days: “when I was young, my mom could send me to a shop with a single $, and I would bring back 5 pounds of potatoes, 2 breads, a. For the entire first day he was there he was sure the vacation was a mistake. The cottage he’d rented for them was cozy, romantic and overlooked the beach, but as he wanly padded around it all he could think of was how much better it would be if she had been there to share it with him. The second morning he woke up, alone, and decided to find somewhere to play golf. “It might be boring,” he thought, “but it’s what I do.”***Shelly watched him practicing from her position at the pro shop window..