"Mom! It wasn't her fault! How could she know? Besides," he said, a strange satisfaction filling him, "she *really* wasn't-you know. A virgin. Really not. She's been around the block a time or five."
"Oh, yeah," his mom said, leaning forward. "You know, I always had the feeling, that heifer was too good to be true--"
-- I always knew Martha was the smart one of the family - feh Lana.
He stood rooted to the spot; unable to move as the most wonderful smell in the whole world stuffed itself up his nose...cinnamon buns. Oh...my...God...his mouth watered and his nostrils flared. He had to have one right now-he refused to think about the fact he'd gotten hard smelling cinnamon buns. He was not effing ruining cinnamon buns for himself.
He moved closer to the smell and found himself near the doorway of the Talon and then...Lex walked out of the Talon, and another scent wafted toward him and decided not to waste time with nostrils and sinuses and all that and just went straight to his cock. His sadly weeping cock. *That* was the smell-that was the smell that made him feel like his cock was about to burst, and he was momentarily, insanely, happy that it wasn't cinnamon buns giving him a hard on...he's looking this way!
-- I laughed so hard - poor poor traumatized Clark; cinnamon buns almost ruined forever.
Well at least Clark is embracing his inner gay man, but he really needs to talk to Lex about that bitch Lana knocking him up.
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"What? Her? But she's so...so...I'll kill her."
"Mom! It wasn't her fault! How could she know? Besides," he said, a strange satisfaction filling him, "she *really* wasn't-you know. A virgin. Really not. She's been around the block a time or five."
"Oh, yeah," his mom said, leaning forward. "You know, I always had the feeling, that heifer was too good to be true--"
-- I always knew Martha was the smart one of the family - feh Lana.
He stood rooted to the spot; unable to move as the most wonderful smell in the whole world stuffed itself up his nose...cinnamon buns. Oh...my...God...his mouth watered and his nostrils flared. He had to have one right now-he refused to think about the fact he'd gotten hard smelling cinnamon buns. He was not effing ruining cinnamon buns for himself.
He moved closer to the smell and found himself near the doorway of the Talon and then...Lex walked out of the Talon, and another scent wafted toward him and decided not to waste time with nostrils and sinuses and all that and just went straight to his cock. His sadly weeping cock. *That* was the smell-that was the smell that made him feel like his cock was about to burst, and he was momentarily, insanely, happy that it wasn't cinnamon buns giving him a hard on...he's looking this way!
-- I laughed so hard - poor poor traumatized Clark; cinnamon buns almost ruined forever.
Well at least Clark is embracing his inner gay man, but he really needs to talk to Lex about that bitch Lana knocking him up.