My mommie is real pretty. She is 36 and has very nice legs. They are long and slender. Her short skirts drive me insane. She likes to sit on the couch...in very unlady-like positions. She knows I am waiting for instructions so she reminds me that I am the man of the house while Daddy is away on business. ''Oh mommie you're so pretty.Can I pull my pants down and play with my pee-pee?''''No you may not! You get your fuckin' ass in that bathroom and run my bathwater!'' Mommie is very strict. I am. That's the minimum number of elements that can be discovered by completing this formula in this manner." Once the elements harden, that number could go higher by one or two points.At that moment the bell rang. "Ok class. Make sure you're here by eight in the morning for the seminar on combining elements to form pliable chemistry associated with acts of physics."As is the case in most colleges, the students were up and out the door; all accept James who was still standing by the chalkboard. His. Me (definitely feeling like he would be my first cuckold partner): well, you certainly are different from any bull I've ever heard about. I assume you're totally straight?Bull: not totally.Me (disappointed at the prospect of HIV): really? Explain. Bull: I am what most would call passively bi. By that I mean there are times when the husband or the wife want the husband to either take my load, or want hubby to clean my dick when I'm done with the wife. Also, there have been times when the hubby. ?" I looked around for an appropriate description of Pablo's Irish Bar."Forgetting men," she said. "What are you drinking?" The most expensive Scotch in the world. Men in general or one in particular?" One in particular. Is it really that good?" It is. And it's made at a tiny distillery in Scotland so remote that you have to send your own pack of dogs there to fetch back your supply." Pablo sends dogs to Scotland for your Scotch?" No, I send them. And then I sell the bottles to Pablo so he can.