Michael Jackson At The Phantasialand

It was another दिन without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What आप want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do आप want from me?" I moaned "I got something for आप , babe." He कहा as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did आप get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in बिस्तर drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have आप brought...

I woke and Michael still sleep. I decided to get an early start on my दिन , so I cooked an omelet and made Jamaican tea. I sat at the तालिका, टेबल and read the newspaper , nothing surprising going on. Isis was up "Morning , Nesha." She कहा , her voice sounding like a man's "Good morning , auntie." I कहा , my voice sounding like hers. Michael walked in the bathroom while I was walking to the room , he was naked. I walked backwards to see if this was true , it was. He was so hot and.....God , that नितंब, गधा "Michael , Isis is still here." I whispered as he snatched a towel on. I giggled , he was so cute...