" She's the sweetest little girl imaginable," I said."Looks like a little Susan Ellerbee. Sounds like you and Cindy. And she's not even nine." Who's t...lking about her here?" I asked."Look, you can imagine the conversations we had when we saw what we had with you and Cindy. Can you imagine what the conversation might be about bringing Terri on campus?" We don't know what to do about Terri, and we're her family," I said. "Well, adopted family, but still ... you know. We just let her be herself. “Now go spit that out and go to bed.” Standing in the doorway of their bedroom again was Angela and Tom with Tom’s cock being stroked by Angela.And the final question of the story. “Brother what’s sex?” “Hun which one of your friends was talking about that?” “It was actually Angela and Tom. I overheard them last night saying lets have sex.” “Well I’m gonna have to talk to them about that later.” I said not knowing that they had said that loud enough so Michelle would ask me about it. “Sex is. Mene apne hothon ko dabakar uncle k lund ke supade ko choosne lagi uncle mere sir ko dqba rahe they. Me apna sir upar niche kar rahi thi uncle k supade par. Jab tak unka lund khada nahi hua tab tak to thik tha jese hi mere choosne ki wajah se unka lund bada hua mera pura muh unke lund se bhar gaya or mujhe laga ki mere muh me garma garm cake ho jise me chaba nahi sakti. Uncle halke halke aawaaz nikaal rahe the mene apni jeans ka button khola or niche khiska diya uncle ne meri black panty ko. • I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.• Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.• I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.• Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?• When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.• I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.• I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.• Velcro - what a rip off!• Don’t worry about old age; it.