”“It certainly sounds vicious!” replied Lemon Jizzwhistle.“Speaking of vicious cycles, sometimes, mat yeast from the anus can re-infect the va...ina, seeping along the “sweat track” between the two orifices.” Remarked Liz Erd. “A garlic suppository in the corn hole can prevent this from occurring, so that’s what I did. I’ve spent the last 3 months walking through life with a clove of garlic up my snatch AND a clove of garlic up my bunger.” “Praise Jesus!” Remarked Lemon Jizzwhistle “Well, I. Into the night, across the sands we raced. The winds picked up, and I smiled, knowing that the trail would be impossible to follow in the shifting sands. I had escaped.By the next evening, with no city in site, I was weak, and with a dehydrated, tired horse I didn’t feel so lucky. To make matters worse it seemed that the only place on my naked body that wasn’t sunburned was where there had been a plastering of cum stuck on me from the night before.Had we escaped a life of slavery only to die in. I learned about her family, her town, how she became a painter and how she suffered from severe bouts with depression. Painting, she said, was the only way to release all the emotions and desires she had within her. ‘I live vicariously through my subjects.’ She laughed but I could see deep into her gorgeous blue eyes that it was the truth. I wanted to slide over next to her and hold her tightly soothing her and making everything better but I could only reach across the table and take her hand. "Pussy you got, cat-burglar you ain't," Lynn said resting her head on Jack's shoulder as they both looked at the embarrassed blonde. "What gives kiddo? Not that I'm complaining like the man says." I got busted," Anne admitted sheepishly. "Beth caught me coming in this morning and wanted to know where I've been." What did you tell her," Lynn asked curiously."The truth," she sighed."I think that was for the best," Jack said. "How'd she react?" All she said was 'Finally, '" Anne snorted. "Then she.