When she was done with her fingernails, my mother would then sit on the floor, on the bathmat, bend her legs at the knees and reach around them and be...ween them and, using cotton balls and pungent polish remover, proceed to wipe the polish off her toenails. I still think this is astonishing behavior on her part, sitting there naked and open-legged. I remember her thick outer pussy lips literally growing more engorged and puffing open (I know now that her engorged sex was evidence that her own. Then I thought, wait a minute, if I never screwed up in the first place, I probably would have never even seen her. I felt quite silly standing there with all these gifts for some other woman, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to at least try talking to her. I took a deep breath, and simply said in a deep, manly, yet corny voice, ‘Hello there. How are you this afternoon? Happy Valentine’s Day.’ She continued to look straight ahead with no reaction at all. I figured she probably had a. I came and came cand came and came and CCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. 'my dick turned movable and i began swatting guys out like flies with it. i knowcked juys out by dick slapping them. i i uforced my way down all the girls throat because of my sheer power and the fact that my dick is made out of aluminum and can never be broken. i skewered them on it and cooked them on a bunsen burner. then i fucking came for the teackher. she was a hot little numker. He tried swinging at me a few times, but I dodged all of them. I got bored after a while and decided to finally attack. I ve already worn him down. I threw a hard punch to his jaw, then his stomach, then kicked his chest, and the back of his knee. He toppled forward. I casually sat in front of him and crossed my left leg over my right one while pretending to check out my nails. There was a silence throughout the whole arena. I looked up at the crowds expressions. Do I have to sit here all day.