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| Ok, today we read an excerpt from a play my husband wrote called "the Red Room". Ok, Fernando you read The part of the father, Ibrahim, you can read the part of Simon. And I'll read the mom. | |
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| I clutched my son's nude body and shook his shoulder's, and he continued jacking his penis just as I'd instructed. I learned to mastarbate at 14, but my son was learning at the tender age of 8. | |
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| The door quickly swung open and my wife entered the "Red Room". "Honey, what the fuck are you-Simon! Oh know, not my poor Simon! Richard, how dare you! Why? Why oh why? | |
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| "No, no honey! I was about to come......cum...I mean, come show you this odd birthmark on Simon's genital-Ok, what the fuck is this fucking story! This is fucking disgusting! Your husband is satan! | |
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| Fernando! That was uncalled for, I'll have you know this is a very deep story, you have to see past the penis, past the cum to see what the heart of the story is, can't you see that? | |
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| Ok, fine, whatever. But after this excerpt I'm fucking finished with you, Mrs. Zeeff! *Ahem* | |
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