" She replied annoyed at my tone
. .
. You boys want a beer?”
“Um, sure, Ken, if you don’t mind?”
“Nah, I brought my own, so the old man can’t bitch about me drinkin’ his. There was Ken, leaning back on his elbows, with Jean-anne bobbing her head between his legs
" She replied annoyed at my tone
. .
. You boys want a beer?”
“Um, sure, Ken, if you don’t mind?”
“Nah, I brought my own, so the old man can’t bitch about me drinkin’ his. There was Ken, leaning back on his elbows, with Jean-anne bobbing her head between his legs
" She replied annoyed at my tone
. .
. You boys want a beer?”
“Um, sure, Ken, if you don’t mind?”
“Nah, I brought my own, so the old man can’t bitch about me drinkin’ his. There was Ken, leaning back on his elbows, with Jean-anne bobbing her head between his legs
