As Dick Touché twisted his body in a dancing motion, his enormous cock caught Biggus Caligula’s toga at the shoulder and accidentally pulled it off...of him. Everyone in the studio broke out into hysterical laughter.Biggus Caligula, already known to be intimidated by Touche’s bigger pecker, angrily snatched up his toga and replaced it around him.“Thanks, Dick,” yelled a laughing Rockefeller, “You always know how to steal the show.”“Alright, I believe we want to see Ida Hoe steal the show.”Cheers. "Upstairs in the bedroom we peeled each others clothes off. Perhaps Big Beaver was named after someone like Fletch. Her muff could have used a weed whacker it was so covered in hair. But that was no big deal to me. I was too busy admiring how cute tiny tits can be. After all I was used to blockbuster mams not teardrops and bee stings. But Fletch had some flashy looking nipples to go with them too. I worked them until they were nice and hard.Right then I knew skinny Fletch was ready for. Vic stared at the walls of the commode and down upon the face of the lovey woman doing such an even lovelier blowjob upon him as she squeezed herself empty of the last remnants of the martini shaker's gift. His eyes came back to the wall behind her and it was he saw something odd. There above the commode tank were two rather large holes had been knocked in the wall tiles, one the size of a base-ball; the other one above it the size of a g****fruit. "Wendy?" Vick asked her as she reached for a. "No, no he is in administration. We have to tell those young men the truth. They may damage Lamar." she said it with the same tone she might have used to tell me it was raining outside."Lets just see how he does. It might be good to know how much help he will be in a shit storm." I said."I am not familiar with that term," Lucy said."Shit storm, you know like when the shit hits the fan," I said."Of course the fan blade would chop the shit. Then blow it out as in a stream, but instead of water it.