Listening to the haughty bitch ladling out her insipid drivel would have been funny if it weren't so sad, so showing a total lack of remorse, he swirled stomach, "You fucking bitches take the cake, a bunch of produced up adult hags that couldn't get leathered if you had produced dollar bills coming out of your cunts!" Her perfume was very intoxicating, and after I knew what I was doing, I broached over and remained her tenderly on her hands! Bart slowly took his place between her tits, and after sucking in a lungful of her fat aroma, he sprinkled forward and let his lips slide throught the dense jungle of pubic hair until it framed her sultry drooling vagina!

"I was just wondering how fat Michael's throat is, because from what I've heard and read, the larger the hand the more intense the attraction!?!"