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Goodness yes! I"ve been waiting on an opportunity to share this totally true story that really happened.
One day I'm collecting rocks off the floor of the rain forest when I notice my father is butterball nekkid, swinging from tree to tree....by his dick!
As he swung about he let loose this gutteral, primal, Tarzanesque bellow that made my bones shake and my no-no place tingle. I thought to myself 'It sure would be fun to join him up there. Father and son, nekkid as a shot of tequila in Mexico, soaring through the heights of the forest.
"Father!" I called up to him, but he seemed not to hear me, else he was having too much fun to care that his son was beckoning.
"Father!" I tried again, and, again, to no avail.
So I took one of my precious stones and threw it up at him. I underestimated my own strength as the rock hit his elongated member....hard.
He fell down to the ground with a thud that must've awoken half the lions and rhinoceri.
"Ugh!" I heard him groan from approximately 20 feet away.
I felt just terribly about what I had done so I followed his agonizing pleas in hopes that I could somehow, some way, make amends for throwing a rock at his penis.
This is where things get REALLY good, the bulk of my story isn't the delicious, animalistic sex that we had out in the middle of nature, rather the journey to get to him. A journey which was aided by Mr. Tumnus, a lephrechaun with severe tourette's syndrome, and a badger with a troubled past and nothing left to lose.
Goodness yes! I"ve been waiting on an opportunity to share this totally true story that really happened.
One day I'm collecting rocks off the floor of the rain forest when I notice my father is butterball nekkid, swinging from tree to tree....by his dick!
As he swung about he let loose this gutteral, primal, Tarzanesque bellow that made my bones shake and my no-no place tingle. I thought to myself 'It sure would be fun to join him up there. Father and son, nekkid as a shot of tequila in Mexico, soaring through the heights of the forest.
"Father!" I called up to him, but he seemed not to hear me, else he was having too much fun to care that his son was beckoning.
"Father!" I tried again, and, again, to no avail.
So I took one of my precious stones and threw it up at him. I underestimated my own strength as the rock hit his elongated member....hard.
He fell down to the ground with a thud that must've awoken half the lions and rhinoceri.
"Ugh!" I heard him groan from approximately 20 feet away.
I felt just terribly about what I had done so I followed his agonizing pleas in hopes that I could somehow, some way, make amends for throwing a rock at his penis.
This is where things get REALLY good, the bulk of my story isn't the delicious, animalistic sex that we had out in the middle of nature, rather the journey to get to him. A journey which was aided by Mr. Tumnus, a lephrechaun with severe tourette's syndrome, and a badger with a troubled past and nothing left to lose.
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actually, I, for one, thought it was hilarious.
