Nevertheless, I pumped on, partly motivated to prove to myself that no pussy would ever dominate me and partly in attempts to empty my gonads as quickly as possible as to avoid any further awkward moments involving Lacy’s retarded son. “Stewart, listen to mommy. Xnxx She told me that her name was Lacy and that she was having problems finding a decent man who still had all of their teeth and maintained employment of some kind. While performing the chorus of “Funky Cold Medina” one night, I took notice of a white trash milf who was sitting in the front row of bar tables that surrounded the karaoke machine. what’s wrong?” Lacy asked, opening her eyes and looking at my face. Did I ever show you that tape we made?”
“Hell no I haven’t seen no tape,” the friend laughed. It was quite stimulating to flow over Digital Underground beats from “The Humpty Dance” or Tone Lōc’s “Funky Cold Medina” with a bar full of Hoosiers bobbing their heads to the rhythm of the music.
