“How should I know?” the mother asked in embarrassment. “No madam.” I agreed, “Though if I spent the night with you I wish I were.”
“Indeed,” she boomed,
“Can you please keep the noise down.” I asked, “My head is bursting!”
“You insulted my daughter Molly,” she insisted. Cartoon sex “Liar!” I replied. “Indeed,” I agreed, “But climb off before I stiffen again.”
“Perhaps,” she said, “I don’t want to, for when shall I ever experience a prize winning prong again?”
“You Minx!” I cried, “You Jezebel,” but my prong was resurgent and speared upward into her well lubricated innards with the greatest of ease. “Oh indeed,” I agreed. “You couldn’t possibly,” I said, “I won best prong three terms running at school!”
“Yes I could!” she insisted. “In that case marry me!” I challenged. “You sir are an abomination!” the mother averred.
