One minute,plain old Karl Jenkins is standing just inside his front porch,glancing across at Jonas,one of his sons friends,skateboarding down the street..
The next minute,He's strolling up the path and letting Himself in to the house.
'H..Hey J...Jonas.. Sams popped out for a while..' Karl stammered.
"Yeah, i know CUNT.I just called Him.I need to get off a load.Said i can use you until He gets back.."
Karl. The faggot dropped to it's knees,to it's proper place,cowering in fear as it saw that unmistakable monster of a cock,swinging loosely in Master Jonas' light thin mesh shorts.
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