Jack Fenton thought of himself as a great dad to his kids, Danny and Jazz. Being married to Maddie after all these years, Jack felt conflicted at his insane horniness he felt toward the town's newsman, Lance Thunder. After growing up in an ultra-conservative household where being anything other than straight meant getting your dick chopped off, Jack kept his horniness to himself, until he met Maddie, whom he also loved. Thinking his feelings over while watching his steamy slab of all that is sexy on the news, Jack was reminded of all the mistakes he had made in life when his biggest mistake in life, Jazz started complaining about ghosts or some shit again.
"Dad, how many times have I told you not to install anti-ghost napalm into my phone, I almost burned my face off?! Again!"
Jazz roared a mighty roar like a gorilla about to get shot by the Cincinnati zoo. God Jack wished she would finally realize all his ghost-hunting was just a mask for his gay urges he felt toward ghosts in his endless desire to bang one with his sledgehammer of a dick.
"Jasmine, daddy is working on something important, can't you get your mouth off of Dash's dick for one second so you can see that, why do you think we named you Jazz, cuz I thought of jizz and thought it was funny, but I guess it came true because of all the sweaty, moist, guilt-ridden shit that is forced into your mouth every day!"
Jack erupted, almost like what he wanted to desperately do into Lance Thunder's butt. Jazz stormed off annoyed.
'Maybe I was a bit too harsh,' Jack thought until he heard rumbling from Danny's room.
