I was trying to get a grip of myself. I finally understood where I was, and managed to get my body working again. I saw my baby taking off his gucci belt. Under that he had a LV belt. I was getting impatient. He had so much designer shit, it probably took him an hour to undress. I was too shy. He seemed to have done this many times before. He got close to me, with nothing but his supreme boxers intact. He whispered into my ear "i took out my lil pump"... I was in awe. He asked for head, and of course I had to agree. After a few minutes, he was bout to bust. He yelled "ESKETIIITT" and jumped out the window. The End. (This story was getting too weird so I decided to end it abruptly)
