“Listen, Damien. I wanted to relax with him while he told me all about what happened.”
“Aww shucks, son. His cock went unattended for a few seconds while Anna scrambled for her phone. All she really wanted was to unwrap her gift. He strained to look at his back in the larger mirror of the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. I’m sorry to hear that. I think about you all the time. Got it?” Anna held her son’s head straight to force a staring contest. “Shit, glug, gag. But the second the melody reached his brain, he ran in there naked to answer. “Oh sweetie, that’s way too much water for two.” Anna put a toned leg in the tub and bent down to pull the bathtub plug. It didn’t look as bad as it hurt, but it was too late to say he fell off his bike after committing to the ‘Sarah left me’ narrative. He broke up with her weeks ago but it’s the first name that popped into his mind for this deception. Speaking of rising, Damien’s mother was in front of the particularly interesting tile, so there was no escaping the sight of a waxed butthole and wet shirt wrapping her dangling breasts in white like a marble statue.
