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Bradley Robertson
Dec 9, 2011, 9:44:04 PM12/9/11
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I just pulled away from an empty plate that recently corralled a Shirley
cheeseburger, hold the onions, and fries, when Shirley offered me a
homemade peanut butter cookie with a chocolate drop nestled in its
center. I bit into the chewy morsel with delight.
The dinner’s glass paneled entry door slowly swung open. A young rotund
woman shouldered her way into the warm steamy dinner; her
double-barreled shotgun was leveled at my chest.
“Give it up, old man!”
I rose, unbuckled, and dropped my coveralls revealing what I thought she
wanted me to give up.
cheeseburger, hold the onions, and fries, when Shirley offered me a
homemade peanut butter cookie with a chocolate drop nestled in its
center. I bit into the chewy morsel with delight.
The dinner’s glass paneled entry door slowly swung open. A young rotund
woman shouldered her way into the warm steamy dinner; her
double-barreled shotgun was leveled at my chest.
“Give it up, old man!”
I rose, unbuckled, and dropped my coveralls revealing what I thought she
wanted me to give up.
Bradley Robertson
Dec 12, 2011, 8:12:23 PM12/12/11
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> “Give it up, old man!”
>
> I rose, unbuckled, and dropped my coveralls revealing what I thought she
> wanted me to give up.
mined up on White Pass this last season, which was swinging next to the
real thing.
Ms. Rotund didn't give my swinging sacks a second look. I should have
known that her preference of sexual partners was her own sex, as she
sported a butch coiffure. Her jet-black locks swept back, held with
heavy gel into a modified DA (ducks as for the uninitiated.)
Her gaze now rested on the box of Shirley's homemade peanut butter
cookies tucked under my free arm.
deadfloyd
Dec 20, 2011, 11:41:02 PM12/20/11
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shadowy figure of Floyd (the Liberterian) slip up behind her...and she
did not notice anything immediately after as he delivered a mighty
blow to her buttock with his left hand and wrenched the shotgun from
her grip with his right, simultaneously declaring, "Looks like we got
a new toy, Brad."
'Yuh think so, Floyd?"
Floyd said "Yup. Le's see if she can do a Ned Beatty. Ok, Sow, drop
those coveralls and take off your tighty-whities,"
Ms. Rotund hesitated and earned herself another heavy blow to her
buttock after which she immediately complied. When she was finished,
Floyd grabbed her ankles like he would a wild pig's. and pulled her to
her knees. "OK, Bitch, you already exposed my buddy's meat, do your
duty. No biting now." She moaned a little while Floyd spread her
cheeks, and used his thumbs to open her puckered up asshole. She
squealed like a pig but that ended abruptly when Brad filled her mouth
and half her throat, while Floyd rubbed his manhood against her
arsehole. "Jus' because I can't get it up any more, don' mean I can't
have some fun too," he said as he suddenly shoved three fingers into
her tightness.
***
I did not comment on this earlier because I thought you would quit
writing which you did anyways. So now I continued the story and left
you hanging (or at least helfway down her throat.
Bradley Robertson
Dec 21, 2011, 12:32:59 AM12/21/11
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But what about the cookies?
deadfloyd
Dec 21, 2011, 8:55:52 PM12/21/11
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They will come in handy if we work up an appetite.
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