to my moms:
that morning when my older brother said that my dad raped you last night. and i was like, "so, they married he has every right to hit that sloppy infinty to the square pussu, even if she resists".
well, now that i've put 2 and 2 together, and im a grown ass man and after fucking a girl in the ass.
now i know what my brother meant when he said that my mother got raped by my father that night.
you did it for the power of love and the sanctity of your marriage, mom. and im proud of you mom, for not snitching to the police on my pops. damn, that a shit hurts dont it later on in life. testimonial.
also to my parents:
those times i said im going over to my friends house in the 4th grade. i actually went to a beezys house and we played 'let's play house', we used some cabbage patch kids has our raggedy ghetto trailer trash kids, put hershey syrup on they asses, put diapers on em, fuccin changed they diapers, like grown responsible folks.
but my lil tender 4th grade beezy didnt know how to breast feed the raggedy kids, plus she aint had no tits, she in 4th grade.
so, she dropped the panties, and had each cabbage patch kids mouth swipe her pussu like a atm card. my first pussu experience, my noodle was semi-chubbed out. hey at least they was feed, somehow?
little did i realzie when i caught you naked mom, coming out of the shower, taht we shoulda breast fed those raggedy kids with nipples, fuck with nipples, not a clitoris.
but know i now, and without my parents, i wouldnt have these memorys i have today, thanks, thansk a lot.