You got your dad so hot, Jeff. Gay porn “Yeah?””Yeah. The first one goes down too easy.”He paced the second one better this time, making it last through two and a half innings. He patted the slightly expanding girth beneath the waist of his uniform. I missed this. Sticking his tongue out he leaned forward. He wished he had a straight whiskey just about now.”But you’re not.””Like I said, son, I’m not gonna ask you for it.”Jeff nodded in understanding and scrambled off the couch. His father’s foot still in his mouth, he reached down into his sweats and gripped his own raging boner. She called about thirty minutes ago. His wife was the one who laid down the law with Jeff. He paused, then grabbed two.Jeff Mitchell was lying on the couch like he’d just woken up from a nap, barefoot and blond hair tousled, dressed in a thin cotton Cubs T-shirt and a pair of old sweatpants.
