Mrs. Plate laided on da couch, waring loungerae (bc it's a porno) She rapped of her thigh-hi's drametcrler befar she hard some1 nooking on da door. "Who arse it?" she asked from har plarce on da coach.
"i hav cum" Sayd a vice throw da doore. "Is dat u, Slack Sprades?" sha iggyd, i's growing brite. "Yes bby i hav cum 4 u tonite" Slack side, feeling hamself got a boner from Mrs. Plate's wards. She openeed da door, in nathing boat har bre and punties. Slack gasped, his election growin largr.
"Mrs. Plate," he gasped. "Yiss, Slack?" Mrs. Place iggyd, lokiing at he quesdongerlar. Slack walked on and smaked 's bootay. "But slack, wot aboot Hoosie?" Mrs. Plate iggyd. "No bby ur mine tonite" Slack whispurd in har ear. Mrs. Plate swooned and thEY HAD HARDCORE SLEX. Den Hoosie wolked in and storted cryong. Da end
