” “They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite chicken farmer.” The accountant asks, “What does chicken farming have ...to do with being a prostitute?” “Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year.” The accountant says, “Chicken Farmer it is!”This one is compliments of Pepere The haircut, (Priceless)A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the car.His father said he’d make a deal with his son,. ”I had to tell her the same, “Carla, you are also the best I ever had, too.”I wasn’t lying; she was the only one even though she thought I was more experienced being a guy and a little older than her. I don’t know what would have happened if I told her I was only fifteen.I finally pulled out and remained between her long legs. I couldn’t help it, but I had to continue giving her beautiful ass some soft loving massage strokes. I just came, but I still wanted more. We eventually got up all sweaty. “Wendy. Fred wants to experience group sex. Why don't you, Wendy take Fred in your cunt while you Brad fuck Wendy's arsehole?”, I suggested.“Hey!”, Wendy replied, “Fred's just eaten me to a great orgasm. I think that you, Sally, should be the meat in that sandwich. After all we ARE welcoming YOUR husband home.”And so, five minutes later, in our bedroom, I was lying on top of Fred with his erect cock deep inside my pussy, and Brad was pressing lube inside my arsehole in preparation for fucking. Her thoughts only wavered when she felt the fabric over her crotch slide away and a course, barbaric finger flipped across her clitoris. She winced for a split second, and that was enough. Her rival knew she was weakening. Sejuani looked up with the brightest smile and made sure she could keep an eye on her toy and watch every little involuntary reaction as her middle finger poked between Ashe’s lower lips, pushed its way inside her, and gave just a little curl.The sound was silent, but.