Dirty Jeans are the mots fucked up invention ever. Is it stylish? Are you actually poor and dirty? I'm not sure... I get how ripped nice jeans are coo..., like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of. I GAVE MYSELF A GOOD FIVE MINUTES AFTER HE LEFT BEFORE I LEFT THAT BOOTH TO GO BACK HOME. IT WAS UPON PASSING THE FRONT COUNTER THAT THE CLERK TOLD ME THAT MY NEW BOOTH FRIEND HAD BOUGHT ME A MAGAZINE AS A SPECIAL THANK YOU GIFT. I BLUSHED IN EMBARESSMENT AS HE PASSED ME A FAIR SIZED BROWN PAPER BAG. BACK IN MY CAR, I OPENED IT UP TO FIND MYSELF STARING AT ITS FRONT COVER WHICH PROCLAIMED IT CONTENTS INCLUDED SOME 156 PICTURES OF HOT GAY BLOW JOBS! RIGHT AFTER A LATE SUPPER, I FOUND MYSELF. Dad was already fucking neeta. Mom first moved her tongue around dad’s hanging balls. Dad moaned. Then mom tried to take his balls in her mouth. While doing so, she was moving her fingers over neeta’s outer lips.After some time, dad said that he was about to come. Neeta hurriedly got up, since she did not want dad to come inside her. The moment she got up, mom surged ahead and took dad’s pulsating dick in her mouth and within seconds, sucked him dry. All this was awesome. I never dreamt that it. Then, picking her up, stepping out of the tub with her in my arms we made our way to the bed. Laying her down gently, her eyes never left mine as the towel fell away from her body.Our eyes were still locked onto each other as I gently climbed between her legs, sliding my body up hers until our faces were aligned. Our heads naturally reacted, hers turned slightly to her left and mine turned to my left, our lips touched ever so gently at first. Really quickly our tongues were dancing away trying.