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“It can’t be that bad,” Dean replied.
“Yes, it can,” Freddy added. “Have you ever seen Deliverance? The second I hear banjos, I’m out.”

Michael wasn’t the most well-endowed man she’d ever given herself to, but something about his charm and attentive nature to her needs more than his own made up for both his length and girth. Besides, five inches was average for a white American male.

Dean pitched it as a road/camping trip across the whole country. Normally, camping was an activity his sister wouldn’t have been caught dead doing. She hated parks and going outdoors so much she’d even said she’d rather be cremated and flushed down the toilet than buried in the filthy dirt.

Whatever done this is a monster,” Jim replied.“Think it was Curious ol’ Bob?”
“Nah. What done this was somethin’ else. I’ve seen this before.”
“What is it?”
“Back in ’88. Somethin’ came out of the swamp, somethin’ evil. It slaughtered all the chickens, bled ’em dry as raisins. Margay, we got ourselves a cocksucker.”

Jim spent most of his days hunting for squirrel and deer for the Red Crab, a quaint restaurant in the middle of nowhere along alligator alley owned by him and his wife. She made the best fried frog legs in all of the Everglades.

Abigail cleaned off the cum with her dirty panties the best she could.
“Where you goin’?” Clive asked.
“To feed the damn chickens!” she yelled as she got back on her feet. “I told you, we gots chores to do.”