She danced for me nude in the moonlight and was happy that I was listening to her fart noises she was making with her mouth. It caused a ripple effect that made me have muscle spasms. She eased them with her rhythmic foot massages. After making dinner for the 45th time she got dressed and handed me my weapon of choice and we set out on our quest to find the true super sand lesbian. Our time share was eventually destroyed by a horde of prostitutes, but we rebuilt it eventually. We made it stronger and classier with a modern sexy touch. We'll just use our underwater home as a temporary base of operations to combat the growing zombie infestation. My ROTC group leader asked me about how I did it. I replied, "sanguine my brother." Could the legend of the giant willy be true? We may never know.
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