Reminds me of going home for Thanksgiving and talking to my Mom and Dad about getting my virgin ass breeded by a fucking BBC stud my freshman year at American U. in old D.C. Mom was pretty horrified, but family was coming over and she got busy in the kitchen with turkey, stuffing and all that shit. After everybody left and Mom was scrubbing pots and pans in the kitchen, my Dad broke out a bottle of tequila and while we were drinking shots on the porch, both of us pulled our dicks out and I enjoyed my first cigar with my Dad. The banging and clanging in the kitchen stopped, and I saw my Mom through the screen door turn off the porch light. Under the rubies of our cigars, my Dad and me both shot our loads and as he went indoors, my Dad rubbed my head and like the poet he was, said "son, if you like it black and want it back, clean that fucker from balls to sack." Thanks for posting! Guy