” She punched my arm. “Don’t call it my bush. I don’t like that word.” “Sorry. What should I say?” “Well, I don’t like bush or beave.... I’m not a furry little a****l. And never call it my cunt. That’s a crude word. Although I say it when I want to sound naughty. I know you like that. But I don’t like twat or snatch, either.” “What’s left?” “I guess I like kitty best. How about you?” “Kitty is nice,” I said. “Nobody says vagina except in biology or health class. Most girls refer to it as a. It looks like she enjoys having a cock in her mouth almost as much as she does 1 in her cunt &/or asshole. She sucked or licked the last 3 guys before, during, & after they fucked her." Angel just smiled a lot as she continued licking her fingers.Just after that the tattooist said it was Angels turn to get her little fish touched up so she sat down to be tattooed.Once they were finished the tattooist told Angel that he wanted to fuck her ass while someone else fucked her cunt. I volunteered. , I couldn't even say the word to complete the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me.Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, "Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar." I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, "What kinda fag candy is that? Get me a real candy bar." So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me. So after thanking them, I hung up and suggested that we take the time to enjoy our surroundings. We really couldn't have found a more perfect spot to run out of gas. There were trees with leaves changing colors with the season, a beautiful pond only about two-hundred feet into the pasture of trees. And the wind was blowing softly with a nice cool breeze, carrying the sweet scent of apples and spices. We stepped out of the F-150 to stretch our legs a bit and lowered the tail gate so that we.