Good catch, lap!
I stuck my fork into the last piece of ham π on my plate, and quickly rose it to my open mouthπ.
But I bit air. π¬
The poor ham slice had fallen off my fork. I felt it hit my shorts, and I cursed. I thought it was a goner, relegated to the dustbin. π§Ή
But I still looked, since I did not want to step π on it. Yet it was nowhere to be found. Wow, it must have bounced somewhere. But where?
Maybe it was still on the booth bench. I felt around. Nothing. Then I brushed my shorts and felt it on my lap. I snatched it up and munched it down, so happy! π
Lucky me! Lucky lap!
May all your ham slice lap dances be as fortunate!
π«’
But I bit air. π¬
The poor ham slice had fallen off my fork. I felt it hit my shorts, and I cursed. I thought it was a goner, relegated to the dustbin. π§Ή
But I still looked, since I did not want to step π on it. Yet it was nowhere to be found. Wow, it must have bounced somewhere. But where?
Maybe it was still on the booth bench. I felt around. Nothing. Then I brushed my shorts and felt it on my lap. I snatched it up and munched it down, so happy! π
Lucky me! Lucky lap!
May all your ham slice lap dances be as fortunate!
π«’