Under their celestial slippers -
We sit and pull each other's cocks out of each other's pants,
And giggle-squeeze under the stars.
Our feet dangling off the side of the bed.
Mom calling from downstairs.
Dinner's ready.
Yes, we think.
Yes, it is.
5 days ago
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I don't know what sort of childhood you had, but I never did that kind of thing with an oven-ready chicken when I were a wee nipper, knee-high to a grasshopper.
You did mean 'cock' as in 'chicken', didn't you?
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