showtime!
rough day at the office mrs. dunleavy? well you'll feel better once you slip off those work clothes and get into some sweats.
oh my g-d, yes! i wish you would let me rub those feet. of course i wouldn't use my hands. heh heh heh heh.
looks like victoria just told me her secret.
thursday the ninth, eight-thirty p.m., first brassiere sighting.  i will pleasure myself to this image for months. months i tell you!
young scottie dunleavy. what unfortunate timing. you mother was just getting comfy.
yes, yes, i'm sure you tied many great knots today or whatever. now get out.
now what. this simply won't do.
hello, scottie. why don't you go downstairs like a good boy and let your mother freshen up.
just a little birdie. a birdie who wants to see if your mother's panties match her bra.
tell her no. tell her it's just a big bird.
mrs. dunleavy, please come help me. and wear your bikini.
am i in hell?
i deserve this!
just a couple of big fans of nicky and the work his dad does.