This young man sure knows how to tongue punch a fart box!

I was out at a Chrystal's and this twinky feller came in with his britches halfway pulled down. He was limping towards the bathrooms with that queasy look in his eyes. Followed him in, and I heard the loudest *SPLOSH* I could imagine a man of his build making. His ol' hand warmer sounded like a ketchup bottle long past due! I think he heard me gasp because he asked who else was in there. We met outside the poopers, and he led me back into a stall. He is an absolute unit dontcha know? He had me squealing. Toes curling so hard I put holes in my socks and fingers grippin so gahdumn tight I left bruises on my thighs!

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