He wondered if Jen was a lesbo vampire from space. Jack went in. He could smell garlic and freedom fries on them. He felt as though he had cheapened himself, but he loved sniffing Jen’s bearded taco. ”
“Oh my…Yes. Jack really hoped Jen’s cunt was free of the crusty pieces of hardened discharge that he sometimes found on her longer pubic hairs near her cum dumpster’s opening. He really liked sniffing her cooch, but as of late, he had started to develop feelings for her. Jack mind was filled with Jen’s meat wallet, romance, and song. I know I told you about this woman at work who wears a ton of stinky perfume and she sure doesn’t realize it. It had horns on its head and a tail. Three fat girls with lollypops walked towards him. It gave him cause for arousal. He started to walk to Jen’s house. It hurt him to know he was participating in this charade with a woman he had started to develop feelings for just so he could occasionally sniff her gash and assure her that it didn’t smell like an old goat, or something of that nature.
