Dirty Family Secrets
"And just what the hell does that mean, calling me Donald Duck?"
"Oh, I wasn't calling you Donald Duck, I was trying to ignore the fact that I have this beautiful, scantily clad girl sitting on my stomach, her bare skin brushing against me, leaning back onto my hard-on. I keep trying to think about Disney characters, and funny cartoons, hoping to distract the little head enough for me to be able to stand up again in the not-too-distant future."
This confession earned me a giggle, and she had the decency to move both legs to one side, and sit upon me sidesaddle.