Father Frank 2

Water from the G
ods.
O He'll hath no F
ury like the gods.
What are the odd
s if grand Cherok
ee takes hints for
m this mercy of f
lows.....

Ok on a more serious note,
Like it or love it
Love is a deadly job.
Open cunts always have closed hearts.
He worshipped those prostitutes,
Good girls to him are like nuns in a brothel, useless.
"The boys can have the Virgins" he said,
"Give me a hot old mama in high heels and a young ass that forgot to get old".
What an utter mess of Man made intelligence.
Fifty five and still pushing thirty.

On Monday was Miss Sandra, light and furry, aristocratic whore. What she was doing with a bum like our ass man here is baffling.
But his instrument couldn't be measured and he fucked love into any breathing entity.

He is a fucking love machine.
No
He is a love fucking machine.
Or
He is a machine fucking love.
Ah well...

Tuesday, along came Valerie; ex wife of Sammie the bookkeeper. Her legs, long for days and her eyes glassy as a dolls. She had no soul. But she was beyond earthly beauty despite sixty one.

Wednesday was the most hideous looking tranny to walk this side of Malibu. But she's the best fuck he ever had. She fucked like a man on red Bull and viagra. She had gigantic tits and the tightest box the other side of nirvana.

Dolores the witch. She loved them, fucked them and put them in a ditch. Her love hole was enticing. Could turn any gay man straight, then she killed them. How he escaped her clutches is a miracle. But as dangerous as she be, it would make a beautiful death to cum and go by this one. She was his Thursday.

Friday was heaven. Miss China, the youngest daughter of a peasant farmer. Just twenty one and already had a first class in high class coquetry. She loved him the most, but between him and money, money was a better lover. She bought him his first and ever blow up doll.
This one stayed the weekend.