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That's the way it works best
Growing up, I don't think I ever saw my 'rents doing it--I did hear them though and man, the dirty talk was hilarious. I'm sure it'll be the same if I had kids...lol
That's the way it works best
YH, you need to chill out. You are going way over the top.
No. She's an irresponsible parent and taught her sexually deviant behaviors to her 9 year old who now uses mommy's vibrator, then called her child "a little 9 y.o. re " for her own mistakes. Good parents are responsible and don't make excuses. Plus this chick has always been a flat out re by her posting history..I think I went easy on her for what I really wanted to say.
Hey, where'd you get that thing?
what thing?
I really think that YH is Captain Insano in real life…
Take it easy on YH, he.s a little slow.
Huh...oh, I was talking to the parrot.
That's my pet Giuseppe!
No, were always taught to knock from a very young age.
Joe, I seen your mom do it several times. Just not with your dad.
Great stories guys!Keep em coming!
................and for all you re ed bastids who are so worried about my re ed bastid son, I just got back from visiting him in the re ed bastid home. Showed him this thread on his re ed lap top, he laughed & wanted me to tell all y'all hey!
oh noes!Great stories guys!
................and for all you re ed bastids who are so worried about my re ed bastid son, I just got back from visiting him in the re ed bastid home. Showed him this thread on his re ed lap top, he laughed & wanted me to tell all y'all hey!
did you haded the sex with his roommate while he watching??
I remember, though I really don't want to, the stench of poor folk sex in that dilapidated trailer house, the way that stench mingled with the hand rolled cigarette smoke and the effervescence of a clogged, unflushed toilet. The sounds of a fat man, his hairy underbelly not unlike that of a large catfish, slapping rhythmically against the sweaty flab fest that was my mother. That pressed wood door, those fake brass knobs, the tan faux paneling and the matted down, dog smelling carpet that lined the hallway until it reached the small, lime filled toilet where it slowly morphed into a collage of piss and and cigarette burns.
Oh I remember alright.
Once, and it was a total buzz killer.
Sonny!!!????? You re ed bas , what are you doing up so late???
Good prose broa!
, my parents don't even hold hands in public, much less have sex in public.
That being said, my bedroom was down the hall and they might as well have gotten on the PA, system and flashed the lights and announced "WE ARE ABOUT TO DO THE DEED!!!!" on the rare occasions they got it on.
They were cheap and rarely ran the AC so all doors, windows, etc. usually stayed open.
They would wait about an hour after all the lights went out and I would hear whispering and then hear mom get up and close the door.
Then about 30 seconds later I would hear a muffled...
SQUEAK..urk...SQUEAK...urk....SQUEAK...urk...SQUEA K...urk...etc....
For about three minutes...
Then a muffled UUUUGH!
Then moms bathroom light would come on and water would run...
Than the bedroom door would open and dad would come to the hall bath and pee...
Even as a kid I was like...hmmmm...Is that REALLY how it's supposed to work?...I think dad must be doing something wrong...
Ahaha...havent posted in months, but i had to say...best story ever!
That's exactly what my dad said when I would stand on the old washing machine outside their window to peek in. The little manual window roller was broken so they could never close it, and the cardboard had long ago deteriorated past the point of being serviceable as a blind.Sonny!!!????? You re ed bas , what are you doing up so late???
Good prose broa!
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