Even hard, it looks like a shriveled old man's pecker....WTF am I supposed to do with that goddamn thing? Turn your fucking stupid ass around and stan...d there with your legs together, head bowed. I lubed my huge cock for your little manpussy, wouldn't want to tear that tiny shit hole up in one fucking...need it to last for a few more fuckings at least, damn titty baby!I come up behind you, reach around and rub your nipples...mmmmm feels good, yes slave? I slide my huge cock through your legs. " Tom answered, desperately trying to salvage the situation."Oh, well then you must not really think I'm sexy either. We're identical twins, Tom. If you think one of us is ugly, then you must think both of us are." His Aunt Jane played on his sympathy, putting on a face of mock hurt."No, that's not what I meant!" Tom grasped for words desperately, not wanting to hurt his beautiful, fragile Aunt. "I don't think you're ugly... either of you! You really do look sexy, Aunt Jane." Really, Tom? I'm. We all know that she loves everyone in the family, but that is based on her intellectual understanding of love. I know she would buy you much better car to drive around so you don’t have to worry about someone trashing the Lotus,” he told me while I was eating.“Between us, looks can be deceiving. Paula designed the car to look that way. I don’t know much at all about cars. She said something it being some sort of metal sprayed onto carbon fiber shaped to make the car look all dented up. I don’t. "Wh... what? Me, a prude?" No offense, my boy," Ralph beamed. "I'm a live'r, and you? Well, let's just say that you're a little too much of a stuffed shirt at times."The waitress appeared with another double shot. It was over-full, the bartender knowing good customers when he saw them and wanting them to stay. What the hell is this bourbon? Howard thought, his head swimming, high octane aviation fuel? Then he saw Ralph stroke the waitress's thigh with loving fingers."Got to hand it to you," he.