Joey the Butt Sniffer
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...to honor it? So there we were: My girlfriend and I were at the back of the bus--a Friday night "party bus", which is a vehicle typically reserved for college students only. The night's excitement was waning, and the fellow bus partiers were being dropped off at their houses as the bus meandered down its final route. My girlfriend and I live together, and our house was the last destination. When the second to last couple departed the bus, it meant one thing: we were the last passengers.
But something unexpectedly appeared. On the side of the road, at one o'clock in the morning, there stood an elderly couple. The man was assisted by a walker, but the woman was wheelchair bound. Since the encounter happened at a red light, I had plenty of time to tell Mario, the bus driver, who was half-drunk himself, that we should inquire into the nature of why the elderly couple looked so abandoned--and more importantly, what they were doing out at this hour of the night. Mario obliged.
The couple boarded the bus, and admitted that they'd lost track of time. They lived in a town nearby. I said, "Fine. Mario will take you to your car right after he drops us off." They thanked me several times.
With that settled, I drew my girlfriend into my arms and looked into the starlit sky. The stars were bright and the moon was mellow and tantalizing. And before I knew it, the evening was jumpstarted again, and the atmosphere broke out into romance. And then my girlfriend started releasing some invinsible pheromones that wafted into my nose. And simulatneously I bent her back and drilled a smooch onto her rosy lips. She inserted her tongue into my throat and, before I knew it, I had stripped off her blouse and bra and begun suckling on her blouse bunnies.
The old man was already coming our way. He was enroute, but his steps were slow and shaky.
Unable to fight off her pheromones, I ripped her panties off and plunged into reckless abandonment. Her moisture drenched my prick, and I plunged even harder. I was King Kong, and I started beating my chests. I was Tarzan, king of the female jungle.
But then the man screamed out, "Stop! She's gonna squirt all over the place! It's my granddaughter! Her grandmother is my wife, and she's a squirter!"
At that moment, my girlfriend, for the first time, surrendered a stream of internal delight that drenched the floor and inadvertently lubricated the bottom of the man's walker, which caused him to slip and break a hip.
Because my girlfriend was drunk, she hadn't noticed, or paid any attention to, her grandfather. And he hadn't noticed her because of her sunglasses (she was wearing night sunglasses).
When the paramedics were hauling him off, I wrote my name and address on the back of his Medicare card. And I said, "Anything I can do--anything--you call."
He needs me to take him to a follow-up on his hip surgery, but I might have to miss a class.
What should I do? Honor the covenant, or go to class?
But something unexpectedly appeared. On the side of the road, at one o'clock in the morning, there stood an elderly couple. The man was assisted by a walker, but the woman was wheelchair bound. Since the encounter happened at a red light, I had plenty of time to tell Mario, the bus driver, who was half-drunk himself, that we should inquire into the nature of why the elderly couple looked so abandoned--and more importantly, what they were doing out at this hour of the night. Mario obliged.
The couple boarded the bus, and admitted that they'd lost track of time. They lived in a town nearby. I said, "Fine. Mario will take you to your car right after he drops us off." They thanked me several times.
With that settled, I drew my girlfriend into my arms and looked into the starlit sky. The stars were bright and the moon was mellow and tantalizing. And before I knew it, the evening was jumpstarted again, and the atmosphere broke out into romance. And then my girlfriend started releasing some invinsible pheromones that wafted into my nose. And simulatneously I bent her back and drilled a smooch onto her rosy lips. She inserted her tongue into my throat and, before I knew it, I had stripped off her blouse and bra and begun suckling on her blouse bunnies.
The old man was already coming our way. He was enroute, but his steps were slow and shaky.
Unable to fight off her pheromones, I ripped her panties off and plunged into reckless abandonment. Her moisture drenched my prick, and I plunged even harder. I was King Kong, and I started beating my chests. I was Tarzan, king of the female jungle.
But then the man screamed out, "Stop! She's gonna squirt all over the place! It's my granddaughter! Her grandmother is my wife, and she's a squirter!"
At that moment, my girlfriend, for the first time, surrendered a stream of internal delight that drenched the floor and inadvertently lubricated the bottom of the man's walker, which caused him to slip and break a hip.
Because my girlfriend was drunk, she hadn't noticed, or paid any attention to, her grandfather. And he hadn't noticed her because of her sunglasses (she was wearing night sunglasses).
When the paramedics were hauling him off, I wrote my name and address on the back of his Medicare card. And I said, "Anything I can do--anything--you call."
He needs me to take him to a follow-up on his hip surgery, but I might have to miss a class.
What should I do? Honor the covenant, or go to class?