The fat lady dances like a spinning topand the usual costumers,lost c***dren that talks a lot and says nothing,jump over her..The fat lady dances like...a spinning topand hundreds of multicolor teethpierce her fleshtrying to reach the boneThe fat lady dances like a spinning topand she ignores the pain,the existenceand the holy euthanasiaThe vile thief grins no more,has six inches of steel shoved between her ribsThe wound becomes into a sewer leak.Gargles a mix of sick breath and rotten bloodRusty. I fitted my anal and vagina plugs and put my coat on to hide my exposed private parts said my thanks and good-byes to the hosts and headed home. Wil was asleep when I entered our bedroom, but woke instantly. He asked if I had enjoyed myself. I replied yes. It was fantastic. I told Wil I had an enjoyable and awesome time, and that many studs had done their best to please me. I told him how they had used all my love holes, and filled them up. Wil proclaimed that my sexy fragrance, was. But for one brief moment; for one millisecond, most of them thought they had seen the folds of a shaved, bare cleft above the top of the stockings. Was it their dirty little minds playing a trick on them, or did they actually see it?Jenny was turning red. She struggled to breathe. Sammy clasped her hand like the loving couple they appeared to be. Then to her horror, he began sliding it under her cape into his lap. The other passengers were still boarding. The women were noticeably shocked.. The back window of her pickup truck was open and filled with the head of the biggest dog I can ever remember seeing, cute as hell too. He was, Tricia explained, an Alaskan Malamute who’s sire had been crossed with a wolf, personally I thought the wolf only contributed to his size, he was a big dog, bigger than a ‘normal’ Alaskan Malamute. He had those ice blue eyes that see into your soul, and was absolutely and obviously devoted to Tricia.As soon as she let him out of the truck and introduced.