A while back, I picked up a lovely date. She was so cute and desirable all in one.
I'd scraped together some money to take her to a very fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Shrimp cocktail, Lobster Patron and Champagne.
I had to ask her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?"
"No," she replied, "but my mother's not expecting a blow job tonight."
I smiled and said, "Would you care for a dessert?"
