Then I grabbed her off the table and stood her on her feet. I'll tell you the truth, I love fucking those guys, I've fucked a lot of guys, and I'll continue to fuck a lot of guys, thank you very much! The pigs are drug, hormone and GMO-free. They are happy and expansive and awake. They are generally kept in pairs or small groups, and young pigs are kept in sibling groups. The farm where I broke my back working from dawn till dusk in order to put food in this slut's belly and clothes on her back after her mother left me! I was actually wondering how many times I could play that, 'Excuse me, but my car broke down' thing before you showed up at the door with a shotgun and told me to 'get the hell on outta here, mister!
So when she does wake up, rested and recharged, her smile and beauty take my breath away. The bees, those butterflies, the miracle of pollination. I scooped Elizabeth up, throwing her over my shoulder, and walked slowly to the house. The only things that weren't tiled were the windows and the inside of the door. What about their future?
What do you have in this thing? Wounds never grow up, especially the oldest. We had discussed the bathroom upstairs yesterday while doing chores and it turned out that when Betty's parents had inherited the farm they had decided to renovate the house before they moved in. One had the computerized tripod, the other a pole with which to establish the border of my land and that other world. I loved her for decorating those knotty hands with bangles and rings that drew attention to the leafy skin and the complicated root system of blue veins beneath.
You wanted to follow the slimy snail. In times like today this song takes on special meaning because many people have been forced to downgrade their jobs to pay the bills. And so I have learned not to edit when the original gift is individuality. It was one of those spontaneous ideas that spoke to both of us and just like that, we were deep in it. We laughed so hard, our bellies ached. I was surprised when I heard the low rumble of what sounded like a tuned racing engine fire up and idle around the side of the house. The dangling folds of succulent cunt flesh were pushed in and out with each rhythmic thrust.