My dad the perv
When I was about 17 I went out with a right little minx who was up for a bit of fiddly dee whenever and where ever she could get it, this was a lovely state to be in and I may just ponder on it for a while..........

Anyway one day I had her back at my parents house, the parents were out and the opportunity was ripe so it didn't take long before it was decided that we should get down and dirty.

Everything was going smoothly, we'd kissed, fumbled, I'd worked my way down, got her knees up by her ears and started writing the alphabet with my tongue, but then just as I was getting in my stride my dad walks into my room. Fuck knows how he'd got into the house without us hearing him but it appears that he may be a ninja. So anyway I look up from my lunch and my dad looks back at me and just says, "dwarf please.." in that sort of really disappointed tone that only parents can do, but, and this is why my dad is a perv, he then he walks out of the room, shuts the door, waits about 5 seconds then comes back in looks at me, has a good look at all of her and says, "not when we're in the house". He actually came back in for a second look, the dirty perv. She was fit though so I can't really blame him
(Dwarfsmuggler Has hogtied Snow White, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 18:24, 1 reply)

Nah
he's only a dirty perv if he nudges you out of the way and says "Pay attention son, this is how you do it". Especially if he smokes St Bruno. Yuk.
(Rsoles, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 21:01, closed)