
Our neighbor gave us farty bags as a present. They expand and then exlpode stink all over the place. The wrapper has the grossest Buttgina on it, wholly unneccessary. They’re made in, you guessed it, Germany. Achtung biatch!
Anyway, Peter was just about to chuck one into the stall a few minutes ago whilst I was astride the deucer; thinking himself the cleverest chap in the world as I squirmed and panicked with my dick and ass out. But for once in his life, the humanity came over him and he could only tell me about it, instead of really doing it. What a good friend.
3 years ago