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Joe wanted to buy a motorcycle. He came across a Harley with a FOR SALE sign on it. The bike looked better than a new one, even though it was 10 years old. It was sparkling. In mint condition.Joe asked the seller how he kept it in such great condition for 10 years.
“Well, it’s simple,” said the seller, “whenever the bike was outside and it was gonna rain --- I rubbed Vaseline on the chrome. The gel protected it from getting rusty. When Joe bought the bike, the seller handed him a large jar of unopened Vaseline.
That night his girlfriend, Sandra, invited him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take his “new” bike there.
Just before they enter the house, Sandra stopped Joe. “I have to tell you something about my family.”
“When we eat dinner, DO NOT talk. In fact, the FIRST person who says anything during dinner has to do the dishes.”
“No problem.”
When they arrived, the sight shocked Joe. Right in the middle of the living room is a huge stack of dirty dishes.
In the kitchen was another enormous stack of dishes. Piled up on the stairs... in the corridor... everywhere he looked... dirty dishes.
They sat down to eat dinner. Sure enough, no one said a word.
As dinner progresses, Joe decided to test the situation.
He leaned over and kissed Sandra... No one said a word.
Encouraged, he reached over and fondled her breasts... No one said a word.
He stood up, grabs her, ripped her clothes off. Joe threw her on the table and made passionate love. Right there in front of her parents.
This embarrassed Sandra, to no end. Her dad was livid. Mom horrified. Nevertheless, when Joe sat back down... No one said a word.
He looked at Mom. Hey! She had a great body too!
Lustfully, Joe grabbed Mom. Bent her over the table, pulls down her panties, and again, has crazy sex. Right there on the dinner table!
She had a wild orgasm. Finished, Joe sat down on the sofa... No one said a word.
Sandra was furious. Dad boiling. Mom was beaming from ear to ear. Still... no one said a word.
All of a sudden, there was a loud clap of thunder. It started pouring.
Joe remembered his bike, so he pulled the large jar of Vaseline from his coat pocket.
Sandra’s father shouted at the top of his lungs, “All right! All right! I’ll do the damn dishes!”
Edits: 02/25/15 02/25/15
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Topic - Joe's Harley (maybe a little risqué) - FenderLover 07:37:41 02/25/15 (1)
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