In this dream she was not falling she did not die. She was naked and loose in that consumer whore warehouse so popular in the United States of America. There were no coupons, no need for those. All the jeans fit her even though she could not stop stuffing her face with tunnel of fudge cake, mustard potato salad, fully loaded baked potatoes, bacon cheeseburger pizza with extra sauce, coffee ice cream and German chocolate cupcakes. Mitt Romney ate her pussy on the tire aisle. He did not tire of wagging his ambitious tongue against her frozen clit. Come To Life, Woman. You Can Do This! Then she was on fire but it was okay because she was a stylish Martha Stewart Christmas tree. I’m dreaming of a classy xmas. You bet your ass it is.

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