"With my fishy flaps now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start probing my soft tight anus. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a toilet twinkie, I wondered? By now, my south mouth was haemorrhaging like a rabid dog. I awoke the next morning with my wunder down under still frothing. I thought it was over but his cheese-crusted cock had other ideas. The pounding makes me flood my minge monsoon all over his love muscle. It was bliss having his washington monument stuffed inside me again; stuffing my kipper dinghy with my fist just didn't get my south mouth spattering like it used to."