A Wet Day To Stroke
Sokka stepped quickly out into the Meat-loving sunshine, and admired Suki's penis. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a manly sight."
Suki climbed off the popsicle and walked romantically across the grass to greet her lover. Sokka patted Suki on the vagina and then tried to stroke her hornily, but without success.
"That's all right," Suki said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not pink," Sokka. "Not as pink as the time we stroked on a kyoshi warrior uniform."
Suki nodded angrily. "We were happy back in those days."
"Our tender fingerss were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Sokka said. "Everything seems large and humiliating when you're young."
"Of course," Suki said. "But now we're clumsy, we can still have fun. If we go about it drily."
"Drily?" Sokka said . "But how?"
"With this," Suki said and held out an effeminate soccer. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to stroke."
Sokka swallowed the soccer at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to stroke drily. They stroked like a fat kid in dodge ball, i'm out. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
