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Three horny teachersThat away she won't get a baby in her belly." Frieda prayed again, prayed that she would go deaf so she wouldn't hear what Paul was going to do to her virgin asshole. Prayed that a lightning bolt would kill her brothers dead. Prayed that she would be a bale of hay that the boys were simply taking to market so that it could be shipped to the Chicago stockyards and end up in some contented cow's four stomachs where she would be immensely happy. Lightning struck too far away. Thunder rolled over Dudish County. Luke said, "I seen lightnin'." "Well, come on, Paul," Mark exclaimed. "Hurry up and do your corn-holin', 'cause I wanta have Frieda suck my prick." "Hold your fuckin' horses," Paul replied. "Takes a while for my prick to get hard for corn-holin'. You oughta know that." Mark scratched his ass, looked around for another edible straw. Luke searched the sky from east to west, "I hear thunder." Frieda wanted to die. Wanted the good Lord to strike her with lightning and bum her up like a dry bale of hay that someone had thrown their lit Lucky into ...» |
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