lonely friday night edition
you know the drill. practise languages, post memes, sing karaoke.
>Obligatory English
Well, I reckon one oughta do unto others exactly what has been done unto him, that's what my beloved late grandpappy used to say before he kicked the bucket. Thus I gathered my guns and other useful contraptions and went out to meet that mean son of a bitch Jackson.
Imagine my surprise when I entered the fucker's porch and kicked his door open only to see him having a go at my wife, again. Lord Almighty, I told myself I won't be vengeful. I was to geld that rascal plain and straight, stuff his balls right in his mangy kisser and go about my business. Good Lord, him fucking my wife again was the last straw.
Weeks later I still pondered whether I did the right thing, see. When he and my old Nellie were getting it on, I sorta hid and watched. Seeing the glistening sweat running down my wife's back made my blood curl in a manner less and less familiar these days, since she met that bastard Jackson.
So I started jacking off nice and slow listening to their endeavours. Boy, he was good. Damn good, better than I ever was. I admired his technique and stamina as he fucked my wife, dick still in hand. Did I cum once he came? Hell yes I did.
Now I kind of rue what I did next. I entered the room with my fly still open and threatened to shoot both them rascals dead if she doesn't blow him right there, before my own eyes. And she did, more than eager to do so.
Did it make me mad? Son, I don't get mad. You won't get by in the prairie if you get mad at things. Now hop off and fetch me Ma, Daddy feels he has to call good mister Jackson right now.
