While I was gone this weekend my sister threw a party at the house I'm living in for a bunch of navy seals and a bevy of hot broads. They were all gone and the place was cleaned up when I got home last night, but I found someones cell phone uner the couch, so I called my sister and let her know I found it. So, not expecting anyone to come for the phone till the following day, I ate diner and slipped a porno into the DVD and sat back to beat-off. I'm clost to being "finished" when the damn doorbell rings. I'm like, "FUC%." So I jump up and conceal my hard-on in my pants, still very visible, and fumble with four remotes to try to turn the friggin' TV off. The best I manage is to get the volume off with the video still playing, and by this time the doorbell rings again, so I limp to the door and low and behold, there stands the chick that owns the phone.

Small talk. I tell her that her phone is on the bar and turn around to walk in and get it assuming she is going to wait at the door and instead the quitely follows me into the kitchen to get the phone just in time to see Peter North blow his load all over some chicks face. She says, "cool." Then she askes me what my situation is and starts telling me her life story. Basically, plater pussy for the taking and I wasn't interested because I'm actually interested in one of Blondbud's friends right now.

I'm not sure this really applys to this thread. Just thought I would share it.