The birds woke Sandra that morning. It was a warm dewy Midwestern spring morn and the nest of the hungry robin red breast was a flutter early to catch the worms that would give them succor.
Sandra reached for her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. Sandra felt as comfortable as sexy can be.
“I have huge nipples.” thought Sandra. “This is the only bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well.” Sandra said as both areolas peeked out over the stretch decorative delicate floral lace trim of her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown that she had slept in.
Sandra knew no matter what happened today, she would be comfortable and stylish in her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim.
Outside, the dew had formed a delicate mist over the grass of the lawns in Sandra’s neighborhood. A gentle breeze blew into Sandra’s open window and it seemed to her to carry the fresh smell of hope. The sun carried a bright promise of illumination, understanding and success. The tweet tweet of the birds was sheer joy.
Sandra got out of bed and started to take off her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown. The criss-cross, floral lace trim at the bodice made her feel as sexy as comfort allows. She slipped one of the silky straps off her shoulder, then the other. The alluring silky satin stretch delicate decorative floral lace trim cups of the light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown fell, exposing her big nippled breasts. It was obvious to look at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. A male would want to procreate with Sandra and once the aforementioned male got Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere, he would have an enhanced feeling of arousal and would want to put the big nipples into his mouth and suck upon them as he rubbed his rock hard penal boner into her mons deferens region. In this way, perhaps Sandra’s stench trench would become sufficiently lubricated so as to allow the male’s penal boner entry into her quivering quim where he would be able to shoot a load of baby batter into her bearded clammy gash thus impregnating Sandra. That baby would receive ample nourishment from those big nipples.
Sandra let her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown slide off of her body. As she reached for her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, Sandra caught a fleeting glimpse of her cleanly shaven tampon socket. Sandra had shaved her meat wallet the night before, and she was a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. Her vaginal lips were all bunched up like a loose meat sandwich, but Sandra thought her fish tunnel taco looked cute.
“Oh my gosh golly goodness” exclaimed Sandra, “I have huge nipples and as I was reaching for my pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim I caught a fleeting glimpse of my cleanly shaven tampon socket. I was a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. My snapper looks like a cute loose meat sandwich! My fish tunnel taco looks so yummers! It’s total romance!”
As Sandra put on her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, she thought about where she could go with her neatly shaven hatchet wound. She wanted to take her cleanly shaven bear trap to town and show it off.
Sandra’s hot box may have been a dripping delta; a chuff box bat cave; a whiskerless honey cave lobster pot, but Sandra couldn’t forget her relationship with the lord Jesus. When she was a little girl, Sandra’s aunt Millie told her hell was worse than having cancer and being raped by wild dogs forever. Sandra didn’t know what being raped by wild dogs was at the time, but she knew that cancer was very bad. Sandra understood more now. She knew the devil Satan Beelzebub had a huge warty penis and lava like ejaculate. Sandra had no need for that in the afterlife. Sandra’s cunt always reminded her of Jesus.
Sandra put on her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She decided not to wear panties so that her shaved coochie would be easily displayed. Sandra knew that she shouldn’t be too quick about displaying her coose pot. In a social situation, it could attract competing males who would vie for her attention by trying to be witty or interesting. The males would each like to be alone with her so they could expose her felted mound in such a way as to insert their erect rock hard penises into it. Then they would repeatedly thrust at the pelvis so as to penetrate the vagi-twat deeply and pull almost out repeatedly until such a time when the male would shoot a load of man paste into Sandra’s cum dumpster. If too many men were competing for her tuna tunnel, a fight could ensue.
Suddenly Sandra had dry mouth, blurred vision, a dizziness that could have resulted in fainting. Sandra felt the need to vomit. Sandra projectile vomited. Puke ended up on the 100% nylon fiber carpet with soil and stain protection. The tight twist of the carpet resisted changes in appearance and texture Sandra’s tossed cookies might have otherwise caused on a less dense carpet. Sandra would appreciate the difference when she cleaned up.
Luckily for Sandra, the fact that her spew shot so far out of her mouth meant that it completely missed her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She wouldn’t have to change. She could wear her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. Sandra decided to pray.
“Oh Jesus,” began Sandra, “I know my huge nipples are the cross I carry through this life. Please make bra manufacturers realize the profit potential and manufacture more big nipple brassieres. Now, I am so proud of my cleanly shaven honey hole that I am afraid you will damn me to hell for all eternity. My pride and my vanity are my weakness and I ask for your help and forgiveness because it’s not like you’re really Jewish. Amen.
Sandra was suddenly hit by a wave of flatulence. She farted a musky dank egg-like slightly fruity pooter. She wondered if Charlemagne knew that pope Leo III was planning on crowning him Imperator Augustus on December 25 800 A.D.
The phone rang and startled Sandra who fainted and fell impaling herself through the eye. She didn’t answer the phone because the impalement through the eye thing killed her.
Soon thereafter her youth minister and his two Christian friends stopped over to see Sandra and discovered her dead impaled through the eye body in her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim.
After praying to Jesus over her dead body, her youth minister and his two Christian friends decided to check out Sandra’s tits. They slid the alluring silky satin stretch delicate decorative floral lace trim cups of the light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown down, exposing her big nippled breasts. It was obvious to them as they looked at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. They all wanted to procreate with Sandra now that they had gotten Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere. They had an enhanced feeling of arousal and wanted to put her big nipples into their mouths and suck upon them as they rubbed their rock hard penal boners into her mons deferens region, and that is just what they did. In this way, Sandra’s stench trench became sufficiently lubricated for her youth minister and his two Christian friend’s penal boners enter into her quivering quim where they each shot a load of baby batter into her dead bearded clammy gash.
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