“Son, are you sure no one’s been back here before? I just got nine inches in you without as much as a wince.” “Actually Dad… I’m sorry.” “It’s ok, son, tell me. What is it?” “I’m afraid you’ll be mad.” “Spit it out, son.”
“Son, are you sure no one’s been back here before? I just got nine inches in you without as much as a wince.” “Actually Dad… I’m sorry.” “It’s ok, son, tell me. What is it?” “I’m afraid you’ll be mad.” “Spit it out, son.”
