"Helen turned to Mark and tried to smile. "Ma butt-fucked me, Mark, with a prick made of soap." She wanted to sound matter-of-fact but the croak in he... voice made it sound sexy."You'd like to have seen that, wouldn't you, mister? Your pretty blonde wife butt-fucked with a big soap dick?" Yes, Ma," Mark choked, "I would like to have seen that. My wife... Oh God!"Mark wailed as Spike applied the prod to the back of his neck."You should'a heard her yell when she knew where I was going," laughed. My wife just laughed it off, and some time later the man left the pub with his mates,My wife is a very good looking girl with a beautiful size 12 body with great 36 C tits, blonde hair and blue eyes, anyway after she made the comment about the man I said to her laughing ''was he worth a fuck'' surprisingly to me she said ''oh yes''This turned me on and we ended up fucking like mad on the living room floor, I said to my wife after our great session, if that man was here now would you fuck him,. And, yeah, that's why I was personally adjusting the pH, last thing at night, day before the Big Day.Comondante BuffoHell, we didn't expect to be popular. That was not, after all, the point. The Popular Front for the Liberation of wherever – none of whom tend to be all that popular, of course – have a constituency, a demographic, to which they ostensibly appeal. We didn't – not that we were entirely solipsistic, we did have a point or two to make, an ambition, perhaps. But we weren't trying to. “Bitsy? What about her?” I asked.“Well, er, no, it’s not about Bitsy. It’s about her next baby.”I knew where this was going.“Her next baby? What about this potential, theoretical, person?”He took a deep breath.“You see, Phyllis and I love Bitsy to pieces. I never knew that kids could be so great and being pregnant and having babies makes Phyllis so happy. So, I was wondering, and, and Phyllis was wondering too, if her next child could be, that is...”“Whether you could be the father of her next.