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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Harley and Vaseline

 
Joe wanted to buy a motorcycle.
 
He doesn't have much luck, until one
day, he comes across a Harley with a
'for sale' sign on it.
 
The bike looks better than a new one,
although it is 10 years old.
 
It's shiny and in mint condition.
He buys it and asks the seller how he
kept it in such great condition for 10
years.
 
'Well, it's quite simple,' says the
seller, 'whenever the bike is
outside and it's gonna rain, rub
Vaseline on the chrome.

It protects it from the rain, and he
hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.
 
That night, his girlfriend, Sandra,
invites him over to meet her parents.
Naturally, they take the bike there.

Just before they enter the house,

Sandra stops him and says, 'I have to
tell you something about my family.

'When we eat dinner, we don't talk.

In fact, the FIRST person who says

anything during dinner has to do the
dishes.'

'No problem,' he says.. And in they go.

Joe is shocked.
Right in the middle of the living room

is a huge stack of dirty dishes.

In the kitchen is another huge stack of

dishes. Piled up on the stairs, in the
corridor, everywhere he looks.
Dirty dishes.

They sit down to dinner, and sure

enough, no one says a word.

As dinner progresses, Joe decides to

take advantage of the situation.

He leans over and kisses Sandra.

No one says a word.

He reaches over and fondles her

breasts. Nobody says a word.

So he stands up, grabs her, rips her

clothes off, throws her on the table
and screws her, right there in front of
her parents.

His girlfriend is a little flustered, her

dad is obviously livid and her mom
horrified when he sits back down, but
no one says a word.

He looks at her mom. She's got a

great body too.

Joe grabs mom, bends her over the

table, pulls down her panties, and
screws her every which way but loose
right there on the dinner table.

She has a big orgasm, & Joe sits

down.

His girlfriend is furious, her dad is

boiling, & Mom is beaming from ear to
ear. But still....Total silence.

All of a sudden there is a loud clap of

thunder, and it starts to rain.

Joe remembers his bike, so he pulls

the jar of Vaseline from his pocket.

Suddenly the father shouted.
I'll do the fuckin dishes!!
 
Thanks Richard

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