His jeans were tight,his dick hard,and she

His jeans were tight,his dick hard,and she could feel his excitement on her hand thru the thick blue fabric.She was also throbbing inside her jeans,he knew.Her lips on his neck and

".. wait a sec.Why's 'she' throbbing in 'her' jeans?",he looked down & went bug-eyed as he realized 'she' was also glowing down there. Act 3: Manatee inspected the steaming remains

and sniffed the smoke. "Mmm," he groaned. He went to his bathroom, applied his ruby red lipstick, and smiled; one side of his lip curled up more than the other.

This was sue to an Elvis Impersonating accident. He'd jumped out of an airplane in an elvis costume, he'd raised his lip for the landing then was blown onto powerlines and

got tangled up in both currents. Oops. Well it just so happened the West Mississippi Plastic Pants Task Force specialized in Elvis impersonator rescue and investigations, so they

grabbed their banana, PB &bacon sammies and decided to hit the town. We had fat Elvis & Skinny , we need a Young 1 to fill the void in our trio. The MPP Task Force searched high

Speaking of busts, Priscilla then walked in the room. OMG, one sight of her and there was no room left in my pants for the monkey that was hiding there.

Much to my dismay, the monkey jumped out of my pants with a needle and busted her bust. POP! POP! Then it turned back around, grinning the most evil monkey grin I'd ever seen.

"Monkey, her abundant bust was the only thing keeping me from going mad and turning into more handsome Stalin!" I screamed, backhanding the monkey and putting on my moustache.