Jimmy’s fateful night

For most people, it was a cold winters night. However, this was not the case for Jimmy, for he was resting in his Ergoline Avantgarde 600 Series Sunbed, bathing in 5 kilowatts of simulated sunshine. In his deep meditation when suddenly, he sensed a presence nearby. He felt the hand touch his crotch, not the hand of his bint wife Mel, but of a lady whose handmeat had not yet been sagged by gravity or the cruel sands of time. The hand moved down his warm, moist crotch and slapped his balls around a bit. There was something sexual about not being able to see through his flexible UV eye protection goggles. However, after that time he got pissed on in Moscow, he decided it is better to see and make sure it was not one of them Russian slags. He removed his flexible UV eye protection goggles and was shocked to see it was Cheryl, his daughter. “She turned the weans against us” Jimmy thought of his wife. This made his chunk of cockgoblin rise in a way it had never done before… “Why are you doing this?” whimpered Jimmy. “Around this time of month, I just need a mutton dagger to stab my tuna tank.” She replied.