I leaned up against the counter as I poured a cup of coffee and hiked a foot back behind me, I looked over my shoulder at my dad, and with my best gir...y voice, asked "what are you up to today"?"Uhh... well I'll start working pretty soon, I've got some reports and..." he began telling me what all's he had to do while I gathered myself a bowl of oats with some fruit, but to top it off I pulled some whipped cream out of the fridge. While my daddy was speaking I sprayed some cream onto my finger. ”“Wait!! You mean I’m dead?” Alan exclaimed.“Oh come on why does everyone always interrupts my speech!” the voice replied with an annoyed tone.“Ok to put it simply you got hit by a truck and you died.” the voice continued. “So now that you are dead you should be sorted into either heaven or hell. The bad news is you are not going to heaven…”“You said ‘should’ right? I’m not really going to hell am I?” Alan questioned timidly to the voice that had his future in his hands.“Seems you caught me. Then, the baby calves will switch from milk to a more lettuce-based diet. This usually consists of iceberg lettuce with a Master’s ?special sauce?, a concoction of sperm, brain-killing drugs, and age-specific vitamins and hormones. The strict iceberg-lettuce diet ensures that the calves gain no unsightly weight and the vitamins and hormones keep the emaciated whores from dying of starvation. Men drink extremely large quantities of the slave girls’ milk as well. Most Men on Planet Mansrulia. So this is what a sex addict feels like, she thought. This is what I’m going to become . . . an incestuous, adulterous, nymphomaniac whore of a mother fucking her own twin sons behind their father’s back. Somehow this little revelation comforted her instead of distressing her with guilt. Committing an unlawful act of sex boosted her with enough sexual fuel to fuck an entire nation. She crawled toward her two men, like a female tiger in the need of a good fuck, grasped both of their Johnson, and.