Donald and Melania lay, naked as nature herself had intended, soaking up the afternoon sun. Away from prying eyes, they'd skinny-dipped in the pond before drying off poolside.
An hour of doing nothing later, Donald edged closer to Melania.
"Hey Mel, what about it? Right here?" There was a lascivious gleam in his eye.
Melania didn't move. "Do as you must." So he did.
Afterwards, he lay satisfied; she was just relieved it was over.
"You did your duty, Mel," he said.
"I did. But must you make that awful croaking noise, Donald?"
"Sorry, Mel. It's what we frogs do."
An hour of doing nothing later, Donald edged closer to Melania.
"Hey Mel, what about it? Right here?" There was a lascivious gleam in his eye.
Melania didn't move. "Do as you must." So he did.
Afterwards, he lay satisfied; she was just relieved it was over.
"You did your duty, Mel," he said.
"I did. But must you make that awful croaking noise, Donald?"
"Sorry, Mel. It's what we frogs do."
