To both our surprise, I walked in on mom's cries, and not noticing wide eyes, but entranced by her thighs, I thought up quick lies, to tell dad or his spies, should I obtain that sweet prize to fill with cream pies.
You shouldn't have invited him out for drinks that night. You were just trying to be friendly and bury the hatchet. But as he soon as he eyed your girl, you knew you were out of the picture. He took her out back to his van to "show her something" and made
