Fanks fur al the suport!
I luv my fans!
Wen angle loked in his bra he gasped. Omg.. Wat was hask dong in his bra?!
"Hasky... Wat ar you dong in there!"
Angle exlamed
"I am paresit Angle.."
Hask replid, snugling into his bob.
"Omg.. Wel get off my preshius bob! Its me prid and joi.."
"Ok.. Soree dadde.."
Hask got of his bob. Hask was veree smal.
"Hasky.. I'm hornee.."
"Ok.. Haha..."
Hask said, unbutonimg his pnts and tursting into Angle.
"Omg harder plz!"
Hask did go hareder.
Angle com.
"Omg I fel soo gud rn!"
"Hehe.. I no kiten.."
Hask smerked. Hask puled ot wif a big fat grin on his fase. He felt satisfyed.
"Anie ways.. How do I stop bing a paresit.."
Hask asked.
"Onlie one way to find ot.."
Clifhanger!
