When John finished doing his laps he saw Tracy was sitting on the steps so he came and joined her. “You done working for the day,” she asked as he...sat beside her.“Yep. The call from Pete was the last bit of business I had today,” he said.“Good,” she said as she reached over and slid her hand down her dad’s swimsuit and began tugging on his cock, “I was hoping we could fuck.”John slid his trunks down and took them off as his daughter stroked him. “I was wondering why you had on last years suit.. Despotism: Let only one shit happen.Determinism: Obviously, that shit was bound to happen to you.Dianetics: (see Scientology below)Discordianism 1: Some funny shit happened to me today.Discordianism 2: This might be shit, or it might be a fuzzy pink 1965 Mustang.Discordianism 3: Shit makes the flowers grow and that’s beautiful.Dyslexianism: Hits shapnep.Disney-ism: Bad shit doesn’t happen in the kingdom.Divorcism 1: She’s full of shit!Divorcism 2: He’s fooling around with some worthless piece. “No,” Kate replied. “Will you tell me how to spank him.”“Sure,” my wife said. “First you hike up your dress or skirt and spread your legs a bit. Then you have Clyde lay over your lap so that his penis is between your legs. Then you press your legs together to keep him in place.” Then over my wife’s lap I went, and I was held in place by her thighs. “Then you cup your hand and spank him going from cheek to cheek. like this.” Before long, my spanking started. “If he starts to move about. But, like an idiot, I had hung onto it for some reason. I knew deep inside I wanted the bullets as a memento, but don't ask me to explain why, because I didn't think I knew myself.I was still stuffing extra mags and the cells into my pockets as I went out the front door again. Beau was already walking down the path to the meadow when I caught up with him. We walked in silence and watched as the Whisper set down without a sound or any wind whip. I almost busted out laughing again at the.