Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the women(as big as can. I'm sure there had been a little mix up in the translation,I was intending it to sound sarcastic but clearly it didn't translate well."Umm..."I hummed thinking of the right words to say,all the while her gorgeous deep brown eyes burned into mine.She then laughed again which helped ease the growing tension.She suddenly raised her butt off the rock, and -*Pblrrrtt!*-ripped another slightly louder longer fart."And that's why I'm called Quanah Niyol - Fragrant Wind!"She boasted proudly and. As her tempo increased, so too did her breathing, soon she was gasping for air! She threw herself into the hard fucking that she desperately needed. I watched as her large breasts bounced up and down and almost slapped her chin each time she thrust back down again. They would slap back down onto her chest as she bottomed out on each stroke. She was truly into and enjoying the fucking she was giving me. She enjoyed being in control of the experience more than anything, she told me later. Our.Read More