My wife fucks with a friend in front of me. Hard sex in the ass and pussy

Hey, the **** are acting up there!

Oh, Max! How's the leftover gum?

Darling, here it is.

I don't eat anything new unless I've eaten it before.

Oh, come on, Dad. You're eating it.

You're already a bad eating junkie.

I didn't want to think about food. I want to like it!

Why drive across town to savor a bowl of mystery mush

when there's four different Krusty Burgers we can see from our house?

Oh, and here's my favorite restaurant, Shopping!

It's just a 24-hour-a-day and there's no dress code.

What kind of American man doesn't want to explore global food culture

and then brag about it on the Internet?

We should start our own food blog.

The Three Mouthpeteers.

Three? You mean one, two, three?

And I got tickets for the grand opening Saturday night.

I shall play in Southern England?

Aw, sorry, Dad.

Our blog is so popular we got an invitation to the most exclusive restaurant in town.

Ken Brockman himself could only get a reservation ****.30 or 9.00.

I'm trying to make a moon.

My **** do not eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it "sherbert," and I wish it was ice cream.

Sorry, Dad. This is our thing now.

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