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| Well, now that we've got that settled...why don't one of you boys get over here and "tickle my fancy", if you catch my drift! I need your young love... | |
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| I'm so fucking wasted I can't even get it up. Smed, can you hold my legs behind my head while one of these boys gives me a rimjob? | |
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| WOAH! Hold up! There'll be none of that here. The molestation rules say you two must force yourselves upon these unwitting juveniles. | |
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| Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to do that? I'm as flaccid as blown tire! | |
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| We could crush up some Viagra and snort it like that time we got bombed at DragonCon! | |
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