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3 Stories (wb09_03) (adult) Richard Simmons Greg Cindy and Vlad


You’ve been a very bad boy she said in a low sultry voice. “I ain’t had no kind of licorice lovin’ like that in a while” The pungent smell of sweet butt-hair burning, and with that Biff knew he was in trouble. Something really really bad was going to happen and he wasn’t really ready, deal, a meal Richard Simmons would be the savior, all this was evident by his hair-do. It was a peculiar hair-do, which resembled an electrocuted peacock. One that glowed with fierce illumination during the harvest time. At harvest time all the little field mice lose their homes to the thresher.

Shame. It was a dame and the hammy was in hock or should I say under lock and key never to be seen. DAMN. That was the last thing I needed. To make things worse, my dick was shouting, “I’m in charge. Do as I say and no one will be hurt by his cruel verbal attacks ever again. His reign of terror had ended.


The name of her husband was Ska he had a strange way with the other boys laughed and said ‘hey you shit-nose little-pea-twod, get ready to let loose and get naked and scream real loud so loud that the gods heard her cries. Though she was not aware of the fact that they were listening. They heard the screams. Screams of delight, terror. But it was only game. Time only stood still when you really, really wanted it to. My experience to date with the matter is really beyond my conception but never the same as the time I climbed up on the roof with your mother and we said, After that there was a lull in the conversation, and then Marsha puked between the cushions of the couch. Greg and Cindy could not help but laugh Hinder a cry. Destined to fly. Up up. Away. To the moon and back trip the light fantastic cause speed the plow ain’t close enough to the field for me to be free and groovy, and really totally fucking awesome like you’ve never seen anything like the power of the “RESINATOR”


I looked into the mirror and a sick face looked back, like a chihuahua with pneumonia - EEKK, the smell was not a pleasant sort either, my nose shriveled and left I was not as lucky as my comrade Vlad, Vlad is the coolest comrade ‘cause Vlad ain’t got no head. Just a little stub. But that’s cool because he is not cool he’s just a fool with a very small tool that the fool liked to keep in his mule while he was at school playing with his zipper when the teacher asked him “Are you expecting me to believe that everyone doesn’t already know that you are a girl?”




You’ve been a very bad boy she said in a low sultry voice. “I ain’t had no kind of licorice lovin’ like that in a while” The pungent smell of sweet butt-hair burning, and with that Biff knew he was in trouble. Something really really bad was going to happen and he wasn’t really ready, deal, a meal Richard Simmons would be the savior, all this was evident by his hair-do. It was a peculiar hair-do, which resembled an electrocuted peacock. One that glowed with fierce illumination during the harvest time. At harvest time all the little field mice lose their homes to the thresher.

Shame. It was a dame and the hammy was in hock or should I say under lock and key never to be seen. DAMN. That was the last thing I needed. To make things worse, my dick was shouting, “I’m in charge. Do as I say and no one will be hurt by his cruel verbal attacks ever again. His reign of terror had ended.


The name of her husband was Ska he had a strange way with the other boys laughed and said ‘hey you shit-nose little-pea-twod, get ready to let loose and get naked and scream real loud so loud that the gods heard her cries. Though she was not aware of the fact that they were listening. They heard the screams. Screams of delight, terror. But it was only game. Time only stood still when you really, really wanted it to. My experience to date with the matter is really beyond my conception but never the same as the time I climbed up on the roof with your mother and we said, After that there was a lull in the conversation, and then Marsha puked between the cushions of the couch. Greg and Cindy could not help but laugh Hinder a cry. Destined to fly. Up up. Away. To the moon and back trip the light fantastic cause speed the plow ain’t close enough to the field for me to be free and groovy, and really totally fucking awesome like you’ve never seen anything like the power of the “RESINATOR”


I looked into the mirror and a sick face looked back, like a chihuahua with pneumonia - EEKK, the smell was not a pleasant sort either, my nose shriveled and left I was not as lucky as my comrade Vlad, Vlad is the coolest comrade ‘cause Vlad ain’t got no head. Just a little stub. But that’s cool because he is not cool he’s just a fool with a very small tool that the fool liked to keep in his mule while he was at school playing with his zipper when the teacher asked him “Are you expecting me to believe that everyone doesn’t already know that you are a girl?”


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