Honestly, I had my doubts because some of these women seemed to enjoy it so much that I could definitely picture them being kinky all year round. Blitzen was a good sport about it and opened her mouth when I pressed the back of my jeans to her face – but I didn’t really crack a fart. “You will admit that you are a dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits and thank them for asking about you!!!” I simplified – that answer seemed to please her and everybody else. I wanted to say something like, “I am a winning twat! Do you feel like a winner?”
“Uh … It had been building up since I got there. “You aren’t AT the party,” Dad explained. I was thankful that a winner was being announced. In reality, she had been empathetic and considerate, and one of the reasons that she identified with me was that we were both outsiders who were new to this.