."There it was again -- that assumption that she was a pig ... Lon stepped forward, collected and cradled a heavy breast in his hand. "I'm thinking yo...u're right -- it shouldn't be a problem. Remember, I'm new at this shit -- you need to offer advice, even if I decide not to take it. That way, we both get the most out of things..." He pondered for a moment. "What's the best position for you to blow me in?" Why don't you, ummm, sit on the couch, and I'll crawl between your legs?" Beth suggested,. I don’t have time for this shit.I grab your hand and pull you towards the exit, slamming the door behind us. We’re both giggling as we run across the street, you trying to hold up your trousers and keep your cock contained beneath your mac, and me trying to balance in these stupid heels, with legs that you’ve turned to jelly with your skilful tongue and hands. The park’s empty, aside from an old gent walking his dog. He doesn’t look like he’d mind a show but I don’t fancy getting arrested today. The vet takes a look and says, “It seems calm enough to me”.The blond man says, “Wait, I haven’t taken it out of the bowl yet”.A blond man spies a letter lying on his doormat.It says on the envelope “DO NOT BEND “.He spends the next 2 hours trying to figure out how to pick it up.A blond man shouts frantically into the phone“My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!”“Is this her first child?” asks the Doctor.“No”, he shouts, “this is her husband!”A blond man was. Speaking of which..." She headed to the kitchen and checked on the slow roasting meat. "It should be ready by the time your father arrives," she said loud enough to be heard. Marta joined her, asking to help. After filling a large pot halfway with water and setting it on the stove to boil, she joined her mom peeling potatoes."He seems nice," said her mom."He's a godsend." You look happy." I am." Should we stick to him, or can we discuss what you've been doing these past three years?" I want to.