”“So, you think that Ryan likes my man toys.”“I will guarantee that any male that sees you loves your man toys.”“And in a few minutes, you... are going to find out for yourself. You too Baby.”“Seriously, Paul, would you mind if we just stayed naked?”“Would I mind, not at all. Do you mind being ogled by a group of crazy musicians?”After a moment of consideration, Erin said, “I’m getting dressed.”“Yeah me too. No sense showing off these massive toys to anyone but my loving husband.” Blossom tried to. But, don't worry, because in amongst all the letters, I've found a little story that someone has sent in. Yes, it's on lined paper, and, yes, it is written in crayon, and, yes, the handwriting is all individual letters with none of them joined up, but really, I don't think that any of us have the right to be too judgemental about such an infantile presentation. So, and this is exciting because they're words I've never had to utter before, let's go 'to the story'.Once upon a time in a land far,. You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant. We were still sharing stories when who returned, but Bambi herself, in the flesh."So I didn't dream it." Bill said. "Thank you, God."Bambi had another girl in tow. She was taller but another knockout, built like a women's volleyball player with big tits. She had big blue eyes, too, but you could tell there wasn't a lot going on back there. She giggled a lot, and I swore she kept staring at our crotches as much as we stared at her chest."We were just wondering if you guys wanted to come back.