Really, no dick control at all. It's even hard to find the pussy when you're 18. Ever had that guys? You'd be searching for the pussy down there and your dick be sliding down and shit, and the girl be going: "That's not it..." "Is there any problem?" "No, ain't no problem, baby...You got a shoe horn or some shit like that?"
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
