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She was making his supper when he came home from work. He loved to see her stir the
coffee. Her gigantic breasts swaying. Hell, that's the only reason we went to
the parking lot, was to
random acts of sexual deviation as bullets are to
butterflies. Both could be classified as sexual aids, but one would vibrate and the other would
twitter and, eventually, they would all fall down.
