“You want your weenie examined?” he replied, “That old bitch staring at your crotch while your weenie curls up like some French Snail?”
“Still sounds Racist,” Jake agreed. “Gee that poor bastard must have been desperate,” Dolly whispered to herself. XXX “We got a job for you,” Jake explained. “Out the window when I was not looking,” Widow Mason agreed. “No boss,” Erasmus replied, “I’ll do it,” he agreed, “You want to rub my cock Dolly?”
“Sheriff is the chief cock rubber,” Dolly suggested. “No way, I’m thirteen!” Dolly insisted but nobody believed her. The Sheriff began to hump, once, twice, three times, “Oh shit I’m cumming!” he exclaimed. The whore house was quiet like a morgue, “Thirteen thirteens is one hundred and fifty seven, fourteen thirteens is,” a childlike voice was chanting.
