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Just a joke...

drifto77

NAXJA Forum User
Location
Sherman,TX.
(stolen from another fourm)

I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating
for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one
little thing bothering me... it was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore tight leather miniskirts,
and generally was braless. She would regularly bend down when she was near
me, and I always got more than a pleasant view of whatever she was wearing underneath,
if anything at all. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else.

One day "little" sister called and asked me to go over to check the wedding
invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she
had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome.
She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got
married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock,
and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if
you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."

I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs.
When she reached the top she pulled off her lace panties and threw them down the
stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a bee-line
straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards
my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all
clapping! With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said,
"We are very happy that you have passed our little test.....we couldn't ask for better
man for our daughter. Welcome to our family!!!"



...and the moral of this story? Always keep your condoms in your car.
 
I think I would have been in big trouble:viking:
 
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