If You Can Look Past All The Intense Blowjobs She Gives My Daughter Is A Really Nice Girl
Episode 1

If You Can Look Past All The Intense Blowjobs She Gives My Daughter Is A Really Nice Girl Series

by Luca Satana

Copyright 2017 Luca Satana

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If You Can Look Past All The Intense Blowjobs She Gives My Daughter Is A Really Nice Girl: Intro

If You Can Look Past All The Intense Blowjobs She Gives My Daughter Is A Really Nice Girl: Episode 1
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If You Can Look Past All The Intense Blowjobs She Gives My Daughter Is A Really Nice Girl
Intro

I’m not going to tell you my real name. Nor will I tell you my daughter’s real name. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. You see, several years back, we were part of a government research project. I won’t get into specifics, but it involved Spam. Lots of Spam. You see, after World War II, the government had more Spam than they knew what to do with. So, they enlisted me, an inventor, and generally inquisitive person, to conduct a series of experiments, to, possibly, if possible, find alternative uses for all this Spam. In order to give me the optimal environment for this endeavor, I was housed in a house in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, at the time, it was out there. I didn’t even know what state I was in. The house was a typical two-story house, with all the typical amenities, equipped with electricity and plumbing, and a generator and septic system. The only thing we were lacking was a limitless supply of food, unless you count Spam, which we had coming out of our ears. To go along with the Spam, we had coffee, tea, Tang, and powdered milk. We also had Jimmy, our supply officer, who, at the beginning of each month, brought us supplies, usually more coffee, tea, Tang, and powdered milk, but sometimes something else, like TV dinners or popcorn or, once, bagels. This is the way we lived. Each and every day, I carried out my quest to find alternative uses for Spam and my daughter carried out her quest to complete her home-schooling lessons, or watched videos, or read, or tanned, or sometimes assisted me. However, this all changed on the day my daughter turned 18. As much as I tried to maintain my once stellar productivity, I’m afraid my quest to find alternative uses for Spam slowed considerably, as I was forced to temporarily step aside to give my daughter my undivided attention, as my motto has always been family comes first, as I tried, as patiently as I could, to assuage my daughter’s apparent unquenchable thirst for this newfound food source, which was, regretfully, me. Regardless of this unforeseeable dip in productivity, I was determined to get on track. Just as soon as I, and my daughter, were able, as I deeply believed, if you could look past all the intense blowjobs she gives, my daughter was a really nice girl.

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