He laid her on the table, so white & clean & bare. His forehead wet with beads of sweat, he rubbed her here & there. He touched her neck then felt her breast, then drooling felt her thigh. The slit was wet & all was set, he gave a joyous cry. The hole was wide .... He looked inside, all was dark & murky. He rubbed his hands & stretched his arms.... And then he stuffed the turkey. May I be the first to wish your dirty little mind a MERRY CHRISTMAS
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