Sometimes I sit and think.

Sometimes I just sit.

Other times I fantasizing about that hot little number downstairs with the blond hair and miniskirt with legs that go on for miles.

Still other times I think about eating.

Yet other times I eat.

But I am always thinking about sex! Yeah bay-bee!

And there are times when it just get so overwhelming thinking about sex that I… that I… uhm well you know.

Uhm no, not that. Yeah, the other thing. Over and over and over again.

Ever have days like that? Sure you do, you just don’t admit it publicly.

Then I’m back to fantasizing about the blond downstairs and it starts all over again… such a vicious cycle.

Then there is the other thing I desire. No, not that one, the other one. Yeah, makes my mouth water at the thought of it. Yummy. That is when I go home and lock the kids out of the bedroom. Yes, my wife is there, it takes two you know.

Anyone want a couple of children for the night? I sure got a hankerin’ for that thing, and the other thing, and a few other things I just came to mind.

I don’t remember mine or any of my friends’ parents being like this… except that one couple and they.. well let’s just say it could be wild… and dangerous… and funny if you look at in one perspective. I was seventeen at the time and they invited me over and… well, I wont bore you with the details.

Some times I sits and think…

Sometimes I just sits.

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