Imagine a Thursday evening where the kids have karate lessons or some shit and it's your wife's turn to take them, most importantly meaning you get a couple hours of free time to yourself. Enough time to break out three different scents of dick lube, the hundred-gigabyte porn blu-ray with 3D cock and tits you've been hiding behind your wedding videos for months and scream like a mountain lion for half an hour.
Through my experiences the black guys like to start out with grape, but that's just a fluffer. You get about twenty minutes in, enough to kinda get a feel for the plot and set the mood, and switch to a comfortable, fan-favorite strawberry. As you're unsuccessfully working it, you realize instead of a cock-hardening fuck you Trans Am of a car in your driveway, you now got some mocha frappe latte cherry whip cream ding dong dick butt car haunting you..
You shake off the great memories realizing you're a responsible father now.. and focus on the tits, but your eyes cannot help but wander down to the throbbing cock and bouncing balls. You start wondering what they would taste like.. just a small lick of those cute fuzzy little peaches. Just one. Then you pull out your shotgun and kill yourself from shame.
Suddenly you wake up, it was all a dream. You open the garage door and there sits your Trans Am. You grab your wife and bend her over and fuck her brains out like the king of the fucking jungle.