It's William the Conqueror back, with more tales of my conquests of the Mediterranean during the Generic Viagra silver anniversary cruise I took with my wife, who was suddenly acting half her age in the bedroom-like some naughty young minx. Ever since I'd finally taken practical steps to deal with my erectile dysfunction problems, and had ordered some Generic Viagra to smuggle along on our European Grand Tour, she'd been groaning with pleasure every night... and every day. I was banging her like there was no tomorrow. And Lord knows she deserved a good banging, after those months of loneliness, during which my wildebeest didn't have enough energy to raise its mighty head, much less graze and romp in her grassy plains. Why the reference to African beasts, you ask? Because, after our shameless Generic Viagra sexcapade in the cradle of Western Civilization, Greece, we continued our sex tour of the Mediterranean, and headed for an even more ancient center of civilization, in Northern Africa-Egypt. And you know those ancient Egyptians knew how to get it on. Lots of sand, of course-you had to be on the lookout for that stuff. Needless to say, before we'd even arrived, my wife had begun calling me "Ramses," thanks to my Generic Viagra regimen. You know, because I'd been ramming her every which way but Sunday. I responded by calling her "Imhotep." "Who you callin' ho?" she answered, in mock anger-just as she had in Athens. "OK, OK, Queen Nefertitty," I said, trying to pacify her. "That's more like it," she said, shaking her ample bosom. It was then I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The things she'd started doing again since I'd started taking Generic Viagra! We'd both regained out youth, it seemed.
So, our cruise ship docked at Alexandria-home of the ancient library that burned, tragically, leading to the loss of many a priceless manuscript. For a moment I contemplated the vagaries of history, the vicissitudes of time and its cruel passage. Then I just started thinking about sex. Then I ducked into a restroom and popped some Generic Viagra. By the time our bus pulled into Cairo, I had an erection that could have toppled governments. Remember those school bus rides, back in the day? You know what I'm talking about, my dear readers. Between that and climbing the rope during gym, we all had certain premonitions of the sex we'd have in high school. Back in those days, especially when my wife and I first met in college (and got it on more often than we went to class), erectile dysfunction was the last thing we were worried about. Those were the happy days before Generic Viagra was even necessary. But, time flies, and destroys everything in its path-even our proud marble columns. After seeing Athens, I thought-hey, if time's scythe mowed down the eternal Parthenon, then why should my Johnson be any different? Thanks be to Zeus that Generic Viagra had turned back the clock.
By the time we got to Cairo, and the bus pulled in to the station, I was embarrassed to rise from my seat. My wife had had her hand on my lap almost the entire way, and thanks to the Generic Viagra I'd taken, I responded-and how. I was on the verge of unzipping my fly, just to give my lotus flower some fresh air. Then I remembered that Egypt was a muslim country, and was pretty strict about that sort of thing. Hell, our country was too, come to think about it. I held a bag discretely in front of my ladykiller, all the way up to the room. Then, I unleashed it. Generic Viagra had worked its magic again.
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