” he said. “I still have the receipt, you insensitive bastard.”Went out last night and got really wasted.I woke up this morning next to a fat ol... bird who was snoring.So, at least I got home OK.Angela Merkel arrives at Passport Control in Athens airport.“Nationality?” asks the immigration officer.“German,” she replies.“Occupation?”“No, just here for a few days.”As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Parking Officer’s funeral, a voice from insidescreams: “I’m not dead, I’m not. Sheila laughed, saying she liked men younger than her old husband, Peter; since the poor guy could not fuck her as she deserved.I just looked at her with mouth open in amazement.She suddenly reached out and ran her fingers on my hard dick through the thin fabric of my swimming trunks. She ordered me quietly, to take my pants off and sit next to her on the edge. I did as I was told and she looked intently at my hard erection. I then felt her delicate soft close around my throbbing cock. Sheila. “Oh my god, dad, that was awesome!” she says eagerly. “This is the sperm then?” she asks dipping her finger into one of the puddles. Lisa is full of curiosity and examines the sperm on her fingers, feeling its slickness, tentatively sniffing it as Tom watches. “This is what made me.” She says in wonderment.“Yes, honey, that is what made you.” Tom confirms with a smile.Lisa examines it, looks over at the puddles on her dad’s chest, then down to his cock which is now soft and much smaller than. ‘Mnmnen caf’n,’ the man said before reaching up to remove the waffle from his mouth. ‘Sorry, evenin’ Cap’n.’ Darbe shook his head again and corrected the man. ‘It’s Sergeant. I’m a sergeant, not a captain.’ ‘Righto Cap-‘ ‘Sergeant!’ The man stuffed the waffle back in his mouth and nodded, reminding himself: Ok, he’s a captain… not a sergeant… got it. He then walked over to a nearby closet and knelt down, pulling out various pieces of armor and tossing them over his shoulder into a heap on the.