Another True Langford Sex Story
A Langford family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father,
"Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a women's
breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice
but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?" questioned the son.
"Yes, see them and they make you cry." The father explained.
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter asked,
"Mum, how many kinds of willies are there?"
The mother smiles and looks at her daughter answering:
"Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty
and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it
is like a Christmas tree "
"A Christmas tree?" asked the daughter.
"Yes, it’s dead from the root up, the balls are for decoration only and you only want it once a year"