You: My turn. MJ: Dare. You: Get me some ice. MJ: What? You: You heard me. MJ: Uhmm okay. Michael puts his shirt on and walked downstairs to get some ice. *Michael walks into the room* MJ: Uhmm here is the ice. You: Hold it on my ass. MJ: Why? You: Because it fucking hurts! MJ: Ohw i'm sorry. You: I'm done playing this game. You put your shirt back on and held the icebag on your ass. You: Auhw... *The door opens* Prince: Daddy? What was that screaming? MJ: Uhmm nothing Prince. *You go under the sheets very fast* MJ: Go watch your sister. Prince: Okay daddy. *Prince walks to Paris* you: Omg what if he came in earlier. *you both laughed really hard* MJ: He would have a trauma. MJ: I hope one day you call me "Daddy". You: Damn Michael, your one big man aren't you. *you both laugh* MJ: Hey come sit next to me. *you walk over to Michael* MJ: I'm sorry i hurt you. Your body is just so sexy, i couldn't resist but get that ass. *You giggled* You: i get it, but damn you slap hard! MJ: i heard that many times. You: Well mister lady man, when are we going to leave here? MJ: What do you mean? You: The press you told about. MJ: FUCK! *michael runs downstairs to look through the windows* MJ: what? *he walks back to you* MJ: They are gone! *michael shows a big smile and laughs* You: Really?! MJ: Yes! I think you screamed them away. You: Hey! *you both laughed* MJ: This is the best evening ever! *You giggle* MJ: It's time for dinner. What shall we eat? You: I have no idea. Michael gives you a childish smile. You: Oh i know what you are thinking about. You and MJ: KFC
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By mjlovestotour58
Michael tries to escape from the press and paparazzi. it's a real journey. . What to expect? - Tabloids of Mi... More