The other matter involves my guest on last weeks show, the Easter Bunny. Some of you wrote that you were upset when I started choking him at the end o... our interview. Yes, the truth is Good Old Saint Nick has a bad old temper. All I can say is I'm working on it. I'm going through a twelve step anger management program, the first of which is to stop strangling guests on my show. So far, so good, although I'll admit I'm cheating a little by not having any guests this week. It makes it easier not. “You’ll just have to decide on the rest yourself,” he said before reaching for the off switch to his phone.Don’t you dare cut me off? I need to finish this, it’s your bloody party, not mine. She hit back at him.“Okay, I'll give one cough for yes, two for no. Finish as quickly as you can,” he added.He entered the courtroom and made his way to the bench.“All rise,” announced the bailiff.The whole room shuffled upwards as Judge John Evans entered the court. He reached the bench, shifted his robes. “Well, I did have a, um, sexy dream.”“Wet dream,” Betty said. “And that's perfectly normal at your age. I used to have them all the time.”“Wet is the word,” my daughter giggled then glanced at me and blushed.My cheeks warmed as I imagined her slick thighs.“And I had this funny taste in my mouth,” she continued as my wife brought over the pancakes.“Funny?” I asked then swallowed. “Like what did it taste like.”“Salty and a little bitter, but I liked it. I wouldn't mind tasting it again.” She. Her face away from him, right above his groin. She shivered, her hands holding his shaft at the bottom to make it go upright. She feels his warm soft lips touching her pussy, making her cry out. She opens her mouth and lunges on his man pole. Now that is what they call, no turning back; they had crossed every barrier, not a bit of shame, not an iota of disgrace or dishonor. Nadir had a beautiful, uncut, big cock. It was all hers for taking any time; she knew. Sana did; like any wise, sane woman.