“I like it cleaned up downtown.”
“Promise.”
“I like blow jobs in the front foyer when I get home from work.”
“Promise.”
“I’ve never had sex on my back deck after dark.”
“Promise.”
“And my morning coffees?”
“Promise, new undies coming to a theater near you soon.”
“And the game console set? You’ll connect the cables the way I like my cables connected?”
“Promise.”
“And you’re totally safe right now because you’re about to get a full load of my heavy coffee cream?”
“Just fuck me (I mean, no woman is ever actually “totally safe, right?). I mean, promise.”
“And you’re my woman for at least three weeks?”
“Promise and then some. Side piece coming to a theater near you, ah today. My turn, Joel?”
“Go baby, we talk about anything while we’re in our relationship bed.”
“My tits, ah, gravity and all, right?”
“Promise, that’s not an issue. Next?”
“Promise me that you won’t go gay on me? I hear that faggot guy Butch is a smooth talker and I can’t lose another man to a faggot. I mean, I heard he has man boobs and all, but promise me that you want my wet pussy and mouth more than you want it dry! Promise me, Joel.”
“That’s a solid promise Kelly! Besides, Butch is my gay half-brother, so that would be weird. Oops, ooh, la, la, you just got milked baby, ugh!!!”
Hey, how did you think I came upon all these single women who were left single because all the hubby’s hooked up with a twinkle toe gay guy named Butch? LOL, did you really think that I was good or that lucky?
End Joel & Mrs. Kant 01