Mike headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk, grabbing some chocolate chip cookies from the cabinet and headed to the den where he flipped through the sports channels.
"So go get some p***y, already."
'I had some not two hours ago,' he thought, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"And, YOUR point is?"
Mike sighed, shaking his head. 'I'm not Superman, I do need to rest.'
"Says who? You can rest when we're dead. Go back up there and get some damn you!"
'Why are you being so insistent?' he asked.
"Just go get some p***y already!"
'I'd like to know what the point of all this is,' Mike said, deciding to take a stand.
"The point?"
'Yeah,' Mike replied.
"The point is having your d**k surrounded and enveloped by a sweet young wet p***y? Have you lost all of your marbles?"
'I'm just co
