Not that there's anything really new about that.
Every few feet, she'd try to walk a bit further and then make love to the next wall.
Since there was no way to take a photo of this creature, I'll have to paint you a picture.
|Face and hair like Lady Elaine Fairchilde... in skinny jean, belly exposed|
|Staggering under the wait of 10 pounds of mardi gras beads. |