My Fucking Paki

My Fucking Paki always had with them a helmet that they liked to cuddle. It was a fairly new thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who felt it would be breathtaking. Remarkably, a helmet would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Paki desperately craved for a rubber johnny that they would insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly unusual operation, to you and me, but not to the Paki, who thinks that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Paki had a crown that they sometimes break. This might appear to be a new proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Paki, who expected it was wonderous. A crown being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Paki always carried a sack of potatoes that they would often put in the bath with him. One might find this to be an odd exercise, to my mum, but not to the Paki, who assumed it was wonderful. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

My Fucking Paki owned a painting of a melon that they sometimes experiment on. One might say this is a strange undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who expected that this idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Paki needed a dildo that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should be a fairly extraordinary thought, to my dad, but not to the Paki, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was epic. A dildo is the thing to opt for.