We’ll have a Cinnabon and two diet cokes. “May I help you?” croaked Manny, In his dreams Manny heard the thin blond with big eyes, nice boobs and a cute tight butt say…
“Yes, we’d like you to maw at both of our musky mounds until you are ready to insert your Johnson alternately into each of them and pump squirting hot jets of baby batter into whichever quivering vulvic quim that you fancy.”
In the reality that is the time space continuum Manny heard…
“Gay Mr. Sex It’s so gross! It looked as if the pus from a couple of the larger pimples on the young mans face could frost an entire cini mini or two. I told Josh I wouldn’t go to Cornfest with Walter because Walter would want me to suck on his wang and I know from experience that Walter’s shlong is ugly and smells like ammonia, limburger and, old sweat socks. Those sheer gloss finish pantyhose would be perfect for either everyday wear or a fun night out and as they would be sheer to waist they could be worn with the shortest of skirts. My cooch is meaty moist, not cakey moist. I’d love to sit on his face while he hums the “Star Spangled Banner”. His name tag read “Manny”. By moist, I don’t mean moist like
