God or nature,Take your pick,Must have thoughtA million years or soBefore decidingWhere to placeThe buttocksSo as to transformTorso into thighs,Thighs... into backAnd belly;We can only wonder howMany millennia HeOr it spent in fixingThe location of women'sBouncing breasts.There is something about a pairOf buttocks, sleek and full and round,That begs for punishment.In a cruel world such as ours,Beauty is as much or moreA liability as it is an asset.Woe be she who is callipygian,For she shall be. ”I got up, popped a slice of the marbled rye she liked into the toaster, and took out the butter and jam. As I was setting the butter and jam on the table, I asked, “Still feeling bad about last night?”Mom stood up quickly and screamed at me. “Of course, I still feel bad about last night! Do you think I don’t have feelings?” She pounded her fist on the table, spilled her coffee, and shouted: “I don’t know why men don’t like me!” She broke out in tears and ran from the kitchen and up the stairs. " She took a drink from the bottle, and swayed on her feet."I'm not a whore, Momma," Beth turned her head and said.Susan staggered drunkenly off the porch, dropping the bottle, and grabbed Beth by the hair. She pulled hard and almost yanked Beth off her feet causing her to drop the duffle bag. "You're not going anywhere you filthy little slut," she screamed, and started dragging Beth back to the house by her hair."Susan, let her go!" Sharon yelled as she climbed out of her car.Susan stared at. Then a big BIG black man walks in a straight line in the middle of the crowd, shoving people aside, he was so muscular and so so tall, at least 7.3ft.He stood right in front of my 19 year old little husband, he opened his zipper took his black limp cock out and with the deepest scariest voice, he said: "SUCK IT, WHOREBOY!"Now there was no way that he would have known that June was a boy, I mean his face is so baby like and the make up on him was so well put that for a second I actually thought.