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In the original MITM episode (Season 2, episode 7), Craig Feldspar saves the day with 'The Robbery'.
In this retelling...
Lois has more of a direct role in how the safe combo gets cracked.
Let's see how...shall we?! 🙂
Cue TMBG music ;-)
“Look, Craig, you're going to have to trust me on this one. I think it may be the only way out for us, OK?! Trust me."
Craig gives Lois a look of desperation and utters a capitulated, 'Yes, Lois".
"Just follow my lead, OK? When the time is right, muster up all that brute strength in that masculine body of yours, Craig, and throw that God forsaken safe at the robbers, OK?! Just throw it! I'm going to have to do something that I know you and my husband, Hal, hate."
"What's that, Lois?!"
"I can't tell you right now, but I just know. You'll have to just trust me on that. It's something that alot of guys with wives/girlfriends hate. But, trust me, it's going to be fine. We're going to get thru this. Breathe, Craig. Breathe."
"Oh, Lois. I need to tell you something!"
"No, Craig. Save it. Save it until AFTER this ordeal is over. This plan's going to work. I promise."
Craig gives Lois a more confident assurance with his eyes that he understands.
Lois smiles, turns around and approaches the robbers.
"Look, fellas, I know you want that safe combo and you need Craig to give it to you. I can get it for you, but you're going to need to do something to me that will drive Craig crazy."
"Ok, Lady, we're listening. What is it?", asks Robber #1.
“Well, you see, Craig has a massive, and I'm talking planetary massive, crush on me. He would jump in front of a moving bus to save me from harm kind of crush on me. No lie. He'd also love nothing better than for me to leave my dear husband and jump into bed with him after a long double shift. But that's another story altogether. But Craig's really a sweetheart though, through and through. We love Craig. He's goofy as all hell, a bit strange, but he means well and would never harm a fly or me or anyone. That is unless there is this one thing. There's one thing that really gets Craig all riled up more than any other. And that's what I need you to do to me. Both of you!"
"What do you need us to do to you, Lady?!", asks Robber#2.
"Tickle me!"
"Excuse me?!"
"You heard me. Tickle me! You know, pull off my sneakers, take off my socks, run a feather in between my toes…Tickling! Remember those days as a kid when you held down your sister and your best friend came and ran his fingers all over her bare soles. Good 'old tickling!"
"Uhhh, you want us to TICKLE you?", Robber #1 utters incredulously.
"Yep. In fact, I guarantee if you tickle me like I tell you to, you'll have that safe open in no time. No. Time."
"Ok, Lady. You BETTER be right! This robbery's getting old. Feel like the cops could bust this whole thing up soon if we don't get that safe open! What exactly do you want us to do?", relays Robber#2.
"Ok, great! SO...1st things first. No hoo-hah or breast tickling, OK? This is a family show. Just my bare feet. They're HORRIBLY ticklish, fellas! HORRIBLY! But, I'll let you in on a little secret that my little Hal, my lovely husband, doesn't even know...I LOVE it! I LOVE being tickled! More the merrier! And Craig and my husband just can't take it when other guys tickle me. They lose their you know what. Something gets tripped inside their head and they go all Jekyll and Hyde on me. A few times in the store, Craig nearly burst a blood vessel in his neck seeing our former manager tickle me as I got stuck under a pretty hefty pallet. Long story. But I never forgot his reaction and knew one day I could channel that jealous rage energy for good, and today is that day. My dear husband, Hal, nearly went into cardiac arrest when I told him about my son's military school director and a few of my son, Francis's friends, tickling my feet after a billiards tournament. Holy Moses! Guys get SO jealous when their woman's getting pleasured by other men. Go figure! So, having said all that, fellas...you gotta tickle me. Got it!"
"Ok, got it. We tickle you. Assistant Manager freaks out. Then what?!"
"Ahhh, now you're thinking. So...jealous rage sets in, Craig is going to pick up that safe and hurl it at you."
"What?! You want us dead, Lady?!"
“Well, actually...[Lois contemplates w/ her bright, gorgeous expressively dark eyes, the Robbers both look on in disbelief]...he'll be enraged, but you'll have PLENTY of time to move out of the way. Trust me! He's strong, but not quick. You just tickle my feet for a few minutes, get me howling with laughter, and watch that safe fly through the air and land with a great thud. The contents'll be spilling out onto the floor right in front of you. There's $700 in there, and safe deposit box information for a bank in the next town over. Not a bad day's wages if you ask me. And what, you're in maybe a half hour already now, another 1/2 hour of this little tickle side show shenanigans, and, what...1 hour's worth of work and you guys make over $350 per hour?! Not too shabby, right?! Am I right?!"
"She's making sense, Dewey. I think we should trust her.", said Robber#1 to Robber#2.
"Ok, Lady, you better be right!", said Robber#2.
“Ok, one last thing...you gotta ham it up a bit. Get theatrical. Announce that you're going to tickle me until Craig gives you the combo. I'll ham it up with, 'Craig, don't you DARE! Don't give 'em the combo! Be strong!' kind of back and forth. Got it?!"
"Yeah."
“Ok, ACTION!"
And with that, Lois takes a seat on the floor near the safe and watches as the two robbers announce to the group their ticklish intentions with Lois.
Craig immediately wells up with a mix of anger and excitement.
The two robbers position a chair on the floor near Lois.
“Alright, Lady, take off your shoes and socks and put your feet up on the back of this chair." Robber#1 instructs Lois as he puts the back of the metal chair right next to her extended into the air legs.
Lois leans up and removes both sneakers and socks, and even though Lois has been in her sneakers all day, they don't smell badly at all.
Lois uses a foot cream and deodorant to keep her feet smelling good all throughout the day.
The Robbers both comment laughingly... "Sheez, Lady, your feet smell like flowers. You just take a shower before we pulled off your sneakers?!", Robber#1 says as he is pulling off her last blue Chuck Taylor classic.
Robber#1 positions himself by sitting in the chair, the back facing him, and now, Lois's size 9 wonderfully smelling bare soles are just inches from his face.
Robber #2 situates himself behind Lois and instructs her to extend her arms out behind her head.
He kneels and holds both of her outstretched arms to the floor with his two hands.
Robber#1 takes his left arm and wraps it around her bunched bare soles now, and begins to move his fingers into position to start lightly stroking the bottoms of her barefeet with his long fingers.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?! Wait! Are you going to tickle me?! Oh my God! No, I'm SO ticklish on my feet! You wouldn't!"
"Oh, we would. We thought this might get your little coworker over there to spill the beans!", Robber#1 looks directly over at Craig who is experiencing a thrill and blood rush to his head like he's never experienced before in his entire life.
While he doesn't want Lois to go thru this, he secretly is extremely turned on by two guys about to tickle the love of his life right in front of him.
"Oh, my Gosh! You guys! I'm so ticklish! SO ticklish! Please don't!"
"Oh, let's just find out how ticklish you are, Lady! Coochie coochie coo!"
And with those 3 words, Coochie. Coochie. And Coo. They were OFF!
Lois burst out into uncontrollable laughter as Robber#1 or R1 ran his fingers from the middle part of Lois's gorgeous bare soles up to where her beautiful long toes met the balls of her feet.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Ohhh, my God! Ooooohhh, it tickles! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Hee hee hee!!!"
Lois was in heaven.
Oh, how she secretly loved to have her feet fondled and ticklishly explored like R1 was doing.
If only Hal would do this to her every night before bed.
All eyes were fixed on the ticklish spectacle.
Lois's laughter filled the room.
"Tickle, tickle! Lois, is it?! That's your name?!" , as R1 kept running his fingers all over her soft as silk soles.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Oh my Gosh! Oh, it tickles! Yes, Lois! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Lois's my name! Hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
“Well, Ms. Lois, tickle tickle tickle. Tell us the cooombo and we'll stop tickling your feeeeeet!", called out R1 playfully to her.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Fat chance, Mister! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! You'll get nothing out of me! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!"
Lois LOVED her role as the ticklish damsel in distress. She was playing it SO well.
“Have it your way, Ms. Lois! We've got all night. We'll just tickle you ALL night long like this, won't we Dewey?! Tiiiiickle, tiiickle, tickle!"
"That's right, Maz! All night long! You ain't going anywhere, Lady! You're all ours! Now what's the combo?!"
"Ooooh my Gosh! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! That tickles SO bad! [but GOD, it felt SO good!] You guys will get nothing from me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
"Nothing, huh?! Tickle tickle tickle! Looks like we're getting LOTS out of you, Lady! Tickle, tickle!" R1 continued to run his fingers up and down and all around Lois's big bare soles.
Lois laughter continued to reverberate throughout the room, her bright red painted toes dancing as R1's fingers tickled her ever so cleverly in and around each exquisitely beautiful toe.
"Oh, this little piggy went to market...", R1's index and thumb gently wiggle Lois's big toe on her right foot.
Lois catches her breath.
“And this little piggy stayed home..." R1 wiggles Lois's long toe.
Again, Lois catches up on her breathing.
"This little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy had none, And this little piggy cried 'wee wee wee' all the way home!", as R1 finished the famous nursery rhyme his fingers went wild all over her bare soles.
Lois burst out again laughing. "Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Ohhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
"Hey, Maz. Let me have a try!", Dewey called out.
"Ok."
Maz and Dewey switch places.
“You know, Maz, I think all that talk of roast beef has made me a little hungry. I wonder how this lady's toes taste. I'm just going to give them a few licks. Whaddaya say, Lady?! Like to have your toes sucked a little this evening?!"
Lois's eyes got wide, as did everyone else's.
Lois knew that she'd bring down the house if someone started sucking her toes.
But it wouldn't be a family show any more.
No, Lois would most likely orgasm if someone sucked her toes.
She couldn't help it.
Every once in a while Hal would suck her toes to orgasm, but over the years; kids, work-life balance, the time for erotic foot play took a back seat so to speak.
Well, here's to front seats.
Family hour was officially ending.
"Oh, um, well, uh, oh my Gosh! Oh wow! Ok, well, if you insist...", were the only words Lois could get out before Robber#2's mouth was wrapped warmly around her big toe sucking softly, tasting all of its juiciness.
The mood in the room shifted from an air of fun and frivolity to a more 'adult', almost voyeuristic/pornographic tone.
While a bit uncomfortable for Lois to give in to such a public display of pleasure, her laughter quickly turned to moaning.
Pleasurable moaning.
As R2 put each of Lois's toes in his mouth and sucked, the relaxation that came over Lois was intense and she couldn't hold back her expressions of deep release.
"Oh My God! That. Feels. Incredible!" followed by, "Oh, My God!" over and over again filled the room.
R2 knew what he was doing as he continued to explore all of the soft, tender skin on Lois's toes.
He started back up the nursery rhyme in between sucking.
On his 'wee wee wee' part, he used his tongue to lickle in between all of the spaces in between Lois's toes.
This sent her back into complete laughter mode, relieving the heavy thickness of eroticism that had descended upon the room.
Craig was reaching his limit. He said to himself if that 2nd robber starts sucking her toes again he was going to lose it.
And, sure enough, R2 started in on sucking Lois's toes on her left foot.
No sooner did she let out another 'Oh my God, that feels AMAZING!' to her captors, when Craig stood up and performed the strength ritual him and Lois had planned.
With a great, loud bending down, Craig lifted the safe and hoisted it high in the air toward R2.
Lois was prepared to move as was R2 and R1.
They all scattered well before the safe came crashing down on top of the empty chair. The deep thud cracked open the door just as Lois predicted and the $700 wad of cash and safe deposit paperwork were now in plain-view.
R2 grabbed the cash and R1 and they dashed out the door of the store.
Lois hugged Craig as did all the grocery store employees and patron hostages.
Their ordeal was over.
That is at least MOST of their ordeals.
Craig was left with the further pain and scarring that comes from unrequited love and seeing that love exploited in front of you.
He would spend the rest of the night fantasizing about bringing Lois to climax sucking on her toes.
A guy can dream.
The End.
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In this retelling...
Lois has more of a direct role in how the safe combo gets cracked.
Let's see how...shall we?! 🙂
Cue TMBG music ;-)
“Look, Craig, you're going to have to trust me on this one. I think it may be the only way out for us, OK?! Trust me."
Craig gives Lois a look of desperation and utters a capitulated, 'Yes, Lois".
"Just follow my lead, OK? When the time is right, muster up all that brute strength in that masculine body of yours, Craig, and throw that God forsaken safe at the robbers, OK?! Just throw it! I'm going to have to do something that I know you and my husband, Hal, hate."
"What's that, Lois?!"
"I can't tell you right now, but I just know. You'll have to just trust me on that. It's something that alot of guys with wives/girlfriends hate. But, trust me, it's going to be fine. We're going to get thru this. Breathe, Craig. Breathe."
"Oh, Lois. I need to tell you something!"
"No, Craig. Save it. Save it until AFTER this ordeal is over. This plan's going to work. I promise."
Craig gives Lois a more confident assurance with his eyes that he understands.
Lois smiles, turns around and approaches the robbers.
"Look, fellas, I know you want that safe combo and you need Craig to give it to you. I can get it for you, but you're going to need to do something to me that will drive Craig crazy."
"Ok, Lady, we're listening. What is it?", asks Robber #1.
“Well, you see, Craig has a massive, and I'm talking planetary massive, crush on me. He would jump in front of a moving bus to save me from harm kind of crush on me. No lie. He'd also love nothing better than for me to leave my dear husband and jump into bed with him after a long double shift. But that's another story altogether. But Craig's really a sweetheart though, through and through. We love Craig. He's goofy as all hell, a bit strange, but he means well and would never harm a fly or me or anyone. That is unless there is this one thing. There's one thing that really gets Craig all riled up more than any other. And that's what I need you to do to me. Both of you!"
"What do you need us to do to you, Lady?!", asks Robber#2.
"Tickle me!"
"Excuse me?!"
"You heard me. Tickle me! You know, pull off my sneakers, take off my socks, run a feather in between my toes…Tickling! Remember those days as a kid when you held down your sister and your best friend came and ran his fingers all over her bare soles. Good 'old tickling!"
"Uhhh, you want us to TICKLE you?", Robber #1 utters incredulously.
"Yep. In fact, I guarantee if you tickle me like I tell you to, you'll have that safe open in no time. No. Time."
"Ok, Lady. You BETTER be right! This robbery's getting old. Feel like the cops could bust this whole thing up soon if we don't get that safe open! What exactly do you want us to do?", relays Robber#2.
"Ok, great! SO...1st things first. No hoo-hah or breast tickling, OK? This is a family show. Just my bare feet. They're HORRIBLY ticklish, fellas! HORRIBLY! But, I'll let you in on a little secret that my little Hal, my lovely husband, doesn't even know...I LOVE it! I LOVE being tickled! More the merrier! And Craig and my husband just can't take it when other guys tickle me. They lose their you know what. Something gets tripped inside their head and they go all Jekyll and Hyde on me. A few times in the store, Craig nearly burst a blood vessel in his neck seeing our former manager tickle me as I got stuck under a pretty hefty pallet. Long story. But I never forgot his reaction and knew one day I could channel that jealous rage energy for good, and today is that day. My dear husband, Hal, nearly went into cardiac arrest when I told him about my son's military school director and a few of my son, Francis's friends, tickling my feet after a billiards tournament. Holy Moses! Guys get SO jealous when their woman's getting pleasured by other men. Go figure! So, having said all that, fellas...you gotta tickle me. Got it!"
"Ok, got it. We tickle you. Assistant Manager freaks out. Then what?!"
"Ahhh, now you're thinking. So...jealous rage sets in, Craig is going to pick up that safe and hurl it at you."
"What?! You want us dead, Lady?!"
“Well, actually...[Lois contemplates w/ her bright, gorgeous expressively dark eyes, the Robbers both look on in disbelief]...he'll be enraged, but you'll have PLENTY of time to move out of the way. Trust me! He's strong, but not quick. You just tickle my feet for a few minutes, get me howling with laughter, and watch that safe fly through the air and land with a great thud. The contents'll be spilling out onto the floor right in front of you. There's $700 in there, and safe deposit box information for a bank in the next town over. Not a bad day's wages if you ask me. And what, you're in maybe a half hour already now, another 1/2 hour of this little tickle side show shenanigans, and, what...1 hour's worth of work and you guys make over $350 per hour?! Not too shabby, right?! Am I right?!"
"She's making sense, Dewey. I think we should trust her.", said Robber#1 to Robber#2.
"Ok, Lady, you better be right!", said Robber#2.
“Ok, one last thing...you gotta ham it up a bit. Get theatrical. Announce that you're going to tickle me until Craig gives you the combo. I'll ham it up with, 'Craig, don't you DARE! Don't give 'em the combo! Be strong!' kind of back and forth. Got it?!"
"Yeah."
“Ok, ACTION!"
And with that, Lois takes a seat on the floor near the safe and watches as the two robbers announce to the group their ticklish intentions with Lois.
Craig immediately wells up with a mix of anger and excitement.
The two robbers position a chair on the floor near Lois.
“Alright, Lady, take off your shoes and socks and put your feet up on the back of this chair." Robber#1 instructs Lois as he puts the back of the metal chair right next to her extended into the air legs.
Lois leans up and removes both sneakers and socks, and even though Lois has been in her sneakers all day, they don't smell badly at all.
Lois uses a foot cream and deodorant to keep her feet smelling good all throughout the day.
The Robbers both comment laughingly... "Sheez, Lady, your feet smell like flowers. You just take a shower before we pulled off your sneakers?!", Robber#1 says as he is pulling off her last blue Chuck Taylor classic.
Robber#1 positions himself by sitting in the chair, the back facing him, and now, Lois's size 9 wonderfully smelling bare soles are just inches from his face.
Robber #2 situates himself behind Lois and instructs her to extend her arms out behind her head.
He kneels and holds both of her outstretched arms to the floor with his two hands.
Robber#1 takes his left arm and wraps it around her bunched bare soles now, and begins to move his fingers into position to start lightly stroking the bottoms of her barefeet with his long fingers.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?! Wait! Are you going to tickle me?! Oh my God! No, I'm SO ticklish on my feet! You wouldn't!"
"Oh, we would. We thought this might get your little coworker over there to spill the beans!", Robber#1 looks directly over at Craig who is experiencing a thrill and blood rush to his head like he's never experienced before in his entire life.
While he doesn't want Lois to go thru this, he secretly is extremely turned on by two guys about to tickle the love of his life right in front of him.
"Oh, my Gosh! You guys! I'm so ticklish! SO ticklish! Please don't!"
"Oh, let's just find out how ticklish you are, Lady! Coochie coochie coo!"
And with those 3 words, Coochie. Coochie. And Coo. They were OFF!
Lois burst out into uncontrollable laughter as Robber#1 or R1 ran his fingers from the middle part of Lois's gorgeous bare soles up to where her beautiful long toes met the balls of her feet.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Ohhh, my God! Ooooohhh, it tickles! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Hee hee hee!!!"
Lois was in heaven.
Oh, how she secretly loved to have her feet fondled and ticklishly explored like R1 was doing.
If only Hal would do this to her every night before bed.
All eyes were fixed on the ticklish spectacle.
Lois's laughter filled the room.
"Tickle, tickle! Lois, is it?! That's your name?!" , as R1 kept running his fingers all over her soft as silk soles.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Oh my Gosh! Oh, it tickles! Yes, Lois! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Lois's my name! Hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
“Well, Ms. Lois, tickle tickle tickle. Tell us the cooombo and we'll stop tickling your feeeeeet!", called out R1 playfully to her.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Fat chance, Mister! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! You'll get nothing out of me! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!"
Lois LOVED her role as the ticklish damsel in distress. She was playing it SO well.
“Have it your way, Ms. Lois! We've got all night. We'll just tickle you ALL night long like this, won't we Dewey?! Tiiiiickle, tiiickle, tickle!"
"That's right, Maz! All night long! You ain't going anywhere, Lady! You're all ours! Now what's the combo?!"
"Ooooh my Gosh! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! That tickles SO bad! [but GOD, it felt SO good!] You guys will get nothing from me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
"Nothing, huh?! Tickle tickle tickle! Looks like we're getting LOTS out of you, Lady! Tickle, tickle!" R1 continued to run his fingers up and down and all around Lois's big bare soles.
Lois laughter continued to reverberate throughout the room, her bright red painted toes dancing as R1's fingers tickled her ever so cleverly in and around each exquisitely beautiful toe.
"Oh, this little piggy went to market...", R1's index and thumb gently wiggle Lois's big toe on her right foot.
Lois catches her breath.
“And this little piggy stayed home..." R1 wiggles Lois's long toe.
Again, Lois catches up on her breathing.
"This little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy had none, And this little piggy cried 'wee wee wee' all the way home!", as R1 finished the famous nursery rhyme his fingers went wild all over her bare soles.
Lois burst out again laughing. "Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Ohhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
"Hey, Maz. Let me have a try!", Dewey called out.
"Ok."
Maz and Dewey switch places.
“You know, Maz, I think all that talk of roast beef has made me a little hungry. I wonder how this lady's toes taste. I'm just going to give them a few licks. Whaddaya say, Lady?! Like to have your toes sucked a little this evening?!"
Lois's eyes got wide, as did everyone else's.
Lois knew that she'd bring down the house if someone started sucking her toes.
But it wouldn't be a family show any more.
No, Lois would most likely orgasm if someone sucked her toes.
She couldn't help it.
Every once in a while Hal would suck her toes to orgasm, but over the years; kids, work-life balance, the time for erotic foot play took a back seat so to speak.
Well, here's to front seats.
Family hour was officially ending.
"Oh, um, well, uh, oh my Gosh! Oh wow! Ok, well, if you insist...", were the only words Lois could get out before Robber#2's mouth was wrapped warmly around her big toe sucking softly, tasting all of its juiciness.
The mood in the room shifted from an air of fun and frivolity to a more 'adult', almost voyeuristic/pornographic tone.
While a bit uncomfortable for Lois to give in to such a public display of pleasure, her laughter quickly turned to moaning.
Pleasurable moaning.
As R2 put each of Lois's toes in his mouth and sucked, the relaxation that came over Lois was intense and she couldn't hold back her expressions of deep release.
"Oh My God! That. Feels. Incredible!" followed by, "Oh, My God!" over and over again filled the room.
R2 knew what he was doing as he continued to explore all of the soft, tender skin on Lois's toes.
He started back up the nursery rhyme in between sucking.
On his 'wee wee wee' part, he used his tongue to lickle in between all of the spaces in between Lois's toes.
This sent her back into complete laughter mode, relieving the heavy thickness of eroticism that had descended upon the room.
Craig was reaching his limit. He said to himself if that 2nd robber starts sucking her toes again he was going to lose it.
And, sure enough, R2 started in on sucking Lois's toes on her left foot.
No sooner did she let out another 'Oh my God, that feels AMAZING!' to her captors, when Craig stood up and performed the strength ritual him and Lois had planned.
With a great, loud bending down, Craig lifted the safe and hoisted it high in the air toward R2.
Lois was prepared to move as was R2 and R1.
They all scattered well before the safe came crashing down on top of the empty chair. The deep thud cracked open the door just as Lois predicted and the $700 wad of cash and safe deposit paperwork were now in plain-view.
R2 grabbed the cash and R1 and they dashed out the door of the store.
Lois hugged Craig as did all the grocery store employees and patron hostages.
Their ordeal was over.
That is at least MOST of their ordeals.
Craig was left with the further pain and scarring that comes from unrequited love and seeing that love exploited in front of you.
He would spend the rest of the night fantasizing about bringing Lois to climax sucking on her toes.
A guy can dream.
The End.
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
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