Andrew's dad banged my mom in the bathroom of a Denver Denny's

[toAst]

andrews dad is probably a real straight shooter. he probably says something brash and inappropriate, not so brash as 'youve got a nice rack bitch', but not subtle enough to not land on her like a sack of bricks in the same manner. he knows what he wants, and he wants in that bitch. hes kind of just poking the steak. hes hungry, but at this point, hes thinking surf and turf, and hes looking at some good surf. the turf is for later

[toAst]

megas mom is on her second glass of wine. theyve been sitting down for ten minutes now, and shes almost cleared her plate. shes nervous, but she wants it too. she finishes her second glass and calls for a third, raising her hand for the waiter but andrews dad grabs it and lowers it to the table gently. she looks in his eyes. she lets her guard down. he wants that pussy. now shes thinkin bout the dick. you can smell it in the air. theyre going to ****.

[toAst]

megas mom is a good old midwestern housewife looking woman, shes a sturdy bitch, nothing special in the face, mid length hair, sometimes curled, her body is right for the type though. shes a bit overweight, but shes got a rack like wendy williams and the child bearing hips that keep everything in proportion. shes just fine. and shed be looking fine, if she wasnt wearing her knit sweater with the ****ing cats on it. she thinks shes past her prime, but her inner woman is begging for a good, hard ****. andrews dad could smell her wet pussy from across dennys parking lot, but at this point, he doesnt have to.

[toAst]

andrews dad is rough around the edges. gruff, even. his hands calloused from working god knows what. his five oclock shadow has seen three days worth of five o clocks at this point. hes a pretty big man. hes not huge, but hes muscular. not gym ripped, maybe even the slightest bit of a stomach starting to form. but hes obviously been stacking sh** at the sh** stacking factory  for a long time, and for long hours. with his shirt sleeves rolled up, you can see what could be a dark tan underneath the thick, dark hair of his forearm, but you cant quite be sure it's not from a long shift at the sh**house. and after a long day at the sh**house, theres one thing on this man's mind: hes going to **** someones mother, and hes going to **** her right. and this one right here is in the palm of his big, hairy hand.

[The Red Blur]

>tries to be healthy
>drinks 3 glasses of wine
>has now drank the equivalent of 3 donuts.
>the world regains balance

[Meganerdbomb]

andrews dad is rough around the edges. gruff, even. his hands calloused from working god knows what. his five oclock shadow has seen three days worth of five o clocks at this point. hes a pretty big man. hes not huge, but hes muscular. not gym ripped, maybe even the slightest bit of a stomach starting to form. but hes obviously been stacking sh** at the sh** stacking factory  for a long time, and for long hours. with his shirt sleeves rolled up, you can see what could be a dark tan underneath the thick, dark hair of his forearm, but you cant quite be sure it's not from a long shift at the sh**house. and after a long day at the sh**house, theres one thing on this man's mind: hes going to **** someones mother, and hes going to **** her right. and this one right here is in the palm of his big, hairy hand.

[Reier]

enough

[The Red Blur]

What is THIS?! WHAT IS THIS?! You know, when I woke up today I thought "I'm gonna put up with everything" NOT. ****ING. THIS!!!

[ecolusian]

you ****ed up the reference you dumb-dumbs