MORTE' does Debbie has been cancelled.











I'm afraid.

I misunderstood you,Hossy.

Now I get it.





HIGHLY AMUSING!!

The girl does offer an eternal sourpuss countenance.

Yes..my select few friends...I know what you're thinking.






Does he have the requisite courage to do Care-la?

Ah wonder?

I'm getting a woody.

It's not for Care-la.




I dare not say who is responsible.

For I fear her....as well.

rule-eng en stuff!!!



ror!!




























Oh ya??

Care-la watched intently as the magnetic man in the gray suit sat across from her at the publishers schmoozing par-tay.He unbuttoned his suit coat and her eyes immediately went to the enormous bulge in his pants.


Unless he was DirtyMorty...that was no ordinary rod he was packing.










And she was desperately seeking soothing.




Know what ahm sayin' ?

She's fainted...right?

No.



I'm draining this baby slowly----for every ounce that miserable pedestal head of hers weighs.

ror!!




Thank you ,sir.

Respondent hand salute....


...snappy release.

But he paid no attention to her......a little hard to do since the gaggle of women who had swarmed him the moment he sat down were fighting for his up close attention. .

This ate at her belly....for one of them was AuntyCooby.





God did she hate her!!






A kept little snot who had nothing better to do than wear eye popping hats as well as design ones even more eye popping.

But yet there she was ....silently sneaking feels of his breath---up close.

While Care-la sat across the room like a poor little bumpkin.


Oh not really.....for in her mind she was already in a bedroom upstairs with this walking multiple volcano orgasm she only knew as....the man in the gray suit.

She was starting to quiver from her ravenous thoughts of self pleasure----oh she had men before.


Why the last one was jut 8 or 9 years ago when she was trying to sign up Walter Cronkite for her publisher.


But this man was no Walter Cronkite.








And so Care-la went to the lady's room to put on her 7 inch eye lashes.

She finished putting on the eye lashes all the while only thinking of sitting on the man in the gray suit....leaning her bare breasts into his face while she rocked on.




And then she felt a presence.











She looked to her left...into a dark corner. She saw a shadow sitting in the attendants chair. Eyes looked at her and said, "Do you need help,baby?"







It was UnclyTrust.









Care-la screamed and ran directly out through the door.










And straight into the arms of Ethel :p Garden.








She screamed again and continued running.

Care-la recovered..collected herself ( she gave every year) and sat down on the same sofa...at the par-tay. She was waiting for a chance to bat these beauties at him. It would be a long wait.


Because now the coven had grown and almost enveloped the man in the gray suit. Thebby had her hand on his thigh....her two filthy beasts were barking for food in the kitchen.



God she hated her!!





Anyways....AuntyCooby stood behind him...leaning over the back of the couch. She had unloosened his tie and shirt and was rubbing the spot where his pecs met.


Care-la was green with jealousy. She had to find a way to gain his attention.


Then a light went off.












Clubfoot Dannie had tripped and knocked the lamp from the table.




God she hated Dannie!








And then...Care-la had a brilliant thought ( I know)....she would get up on the coffee table and CheapWhiskey dance.

That would gain his attention.

I'm truly exhausted, while I don't smoke, does anyone have a cigarette?

Look the CAH-SOL has it's own horsie!

http://www.pedigreequery.com/r+brown+sugar

thud