Inch by slow methodical inch, I again ran my finger down through my daughter’s tender pink pliable inner lips that had swollen to stimulated perfect...on. I parted them slightly as I went and when I was at the entrance to her vagina, my finger toyed there, tickling its wet opening. The warmth of her hot hole felt good on my finger and as I circled just inside Molly’s notch, she moaned long and softly.Slowly, I let the tip of my finger slip inside her tightness and I felt Molly’s body flinch and. . you're next!"Why did the blonde have bruises around her navel?She had a blonde boyfriend.This one is Compliments of dave mOne night a father was helping his son with his homework.The father asked "What is the Gross National Product?"The little boy pondered for a minute and replied "Spinach?"This one is compliments of bob.Don and Frank, two friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.One day Frank didn't show up. Don didn't think much. I had a table for four to my self. So, with a broad smile, I got her attention and indicated the chair across the table from me. I offered the young lady a seat. "Would you like to join me and sit here?"The young lady seemed shy and hesitant. She cast her eyes to the floor and did not respond.At first, I thought I was getting a brush off. I then remembered some of my high school world geography lessons. India no longer had a caste society. However, many of the women from there were not nearly. "Don't s-sneak up on me like that!!" Sorry!" Jack replied, smiling again as he reached out to cup her cheek. Suzy jerked her head away.This was certainly a turnaround in his mother's attitude compared to the night before. Jack was confused."Uh - what's up, Mom? Why so cold all of a sudden?" he asked quizzically."J-Jack, we've g-got to talk..." Suzy stammered nervously, running her shaky fingers through her hair. "Sit down."Jack arched an eyebrow as he did so.The coffee was ready. Suzy poured.