Please don't.
Mum demands to be knobbed at between 100-2.5kHz And finishes classed as ‘impressive spurts’
Mum's in the morgue, cum-drenched cadaver. Cause of death? Everyone's 'ad her.
Mum's always found being completely whoreish, Really moreish.
Mum regards her sex work as more than just a hobby Despite the majority of what she does being ‘pro bono’ ‘up the jobby lobby’
What binds us complex things? Cock-porridge gossamer strings.
Halve me.
In 1972, dad represented Great Britain in the Paralympics, Winning gold in the 400 metres breast-stroke: category 'men with no pricks.'
Mum's cox-orifice, Continues to be box-office.
Mum's on the game just to pay the bills,  Dad's on the game for the bum-bum sex thrills.
Dad clearly gets some kind of buzz, Out of the endless cat and mouse chasing by the nonce-fuzz.
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