(Happy runs onstage with a punching bag.) BIFF: Gee, howd you know we wanted a blow up doll?

DICK: Well, its the finest thing for the timing. HAPPY (lies down on his back and chops off his feet): Im losing weight, you notice, Pop? WILLY (to Happy): hanging yourself with rope is good too. BIFF: Did you see the new balls I got? WILLY (examining Buffs balls) Whered you get a new ball? BIFF: The coach told me to practice my wanking WILLY: That so? And he gave you the lubes heh? BIFF: Well, I borrowed it from the locker room. (He laughs confidentially.) WILLY (laughing with him at the wank): I want you to return the favour, 69 plz HAPPY: I told you he wouldnt like it up the bum! BIFF (angrily): Well, Im bringing sexy back! yuuhh BIG WILLY (stopping the incipient argument, to Happy): Sure, hes gotta practice with a regulation lube, doesnt he? (To Biff.) Coachll probably congratulate you on your girth! BIFF: Oh, he keeps congratulating my load all the time, Pop. WILLY: Thats because he wants you. If somebody else took that lube thered be an uproar. So whats the report, boys, whats the report? BIFF: Whod you do this time, Dad? Gee we were lonesome for your cock. WILLY (pleased, puts an arm around each boy and they come on the stage): Lonesome, heh? BIFF: Missed you every minute. WILLY: Fuck you. HAPPY: Lick Uncle Charley, heh? WILLY: Bigger than Uncle Charley's cock! Because Charley is not licked. He's licked but he's not - well licked. BIFF: Whered you go this time, Dad? WILLY: Well, I got on the RO, and I went north to the Mayors gooch. BIFF: The Mayor of ROvidence! WILLY: He was fucking in the hotel lobby with his receptionist. BIFF: Whatd he say? WILLY: He said, FUCK YOU! And I said, You got a fine clit here, Mayor. And then he had a wank with me. And then I went to Waterbury. Waterbury is a fine clit. Big cock city, the famous Waterbury cock. Sold a nice doll there. And then Boston

Boston is the cradle of the filth. A fine clit. And a couple of other towns in Mass., and on to Portro and Bangkok and straight home! BIFF: Gee, Id love to cum on u sometime, Dad. WILLY: Soon as summer cums. HAPPY: Promise? WILLY: You and I, not hap and Ill show you all the towns. America is full of beautiful clowns and fine, upstanding people. And they ride me, boys, they ride me willy up and down. The finest pussy. And when I bring you fellas up, therell be open legs for all of us, cause one thing, boys: I have no friends. I can park my cock in any vagina in New England, and the cops cut it off. This summer, heh? BIFF AND HAPPY (together): Yeah! You are 2 best! WILLY: Well take our bathing shits. HAPPY: Well carry your balls, Pop! WILLY: Oh, wont that be something! Me comin on the Boston stores with you boys massagin my balls. What a sensation! (Biff is prancing around, practicing massaging the balls.) WILLY: You nervous, Biff, about the RO? BIFF: Not if youre gonna be there. WILLY: What do they say about you in school, now that they made you, captain faggot? HAPPY: Theres a crowd of guys behind him everytime the classes change. okay. BIFF (shaking his Willy with his hand): This Saturday, Pop, this Saturday just for you, Im going to wank through for a cumshot. HAPPY: Youre supposed to pass. BIFF: Im takin one play for Pimp. You watch me, Pop, and when I take off my helmet, that means Im comin out. Then you watch me creampie that anus! WILLY (kisses Biffs foreskin): Oh, waitll I tell this in Boston! (Bernard enters his knickers. He is bigger than Biff, earnest and loyal, a well hung boy). BERNARD: Biff, where are you? Youre supposed to masterbate with me today. WILLY: Hey, looka Bernard. Whatre you lookin so horny about, Bernard? BERNARD: Hes gotta wank off your Penis. Hes got Regents cock next

week. HAPPY (tauntingly, spinning Bernards dick around) HELICOPTER DICK: Lets fuck, Bernard!

Re-read the beginning of Chapter 3 from There was music to The party has begun. What striking impressions of Gatsbys grand party does Fitzgeralds writing convey to you in this passage. There was music from my neighbor's arse through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came like pornstars among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his shaft or taking the sun on the hot sand of his bitches while he motor-boated his mum's clit upon the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of cum. On week-ends Rohin came on a dildo, bearing parties to and from the city, between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow kory to meet all brains. And on Mondays eight slaves including an extra mop, and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the yoloing of the night before. Every Friday five crates of swag arrived from a yoloer in New York--every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred pussys in half an hour, if a little clit was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb. At least once a fortnight a corpse of a cat came down with several hundred litres of vaseline and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby's enormous cock. On buffet tables, garnished with glistening cum, whores-d'oeuvre, spiced baked hardmans crowded against salads of pubes harlequin designs and percy pigs and turkeys bitch slapped to a dark gold. In the main hall a barleshhh with a real ass rail was set up, and stocked with ginny weasley and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another. By seven o'clock the orchestra has arrived--no thin five-piece affair but a whole pitful of yolos and rusty tromboners and sexophones and vile horny pornos and low and high drums. The last swimmers have come in from the bitch now and are undressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked balls deep in daisy's drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gay with primary colors and hair shorn in strange new ways and shawls beyond the dreams of roooo. The bar is in

full swing and floating rounds of cocktails of potassium permangenate the garden outside until the air (78% nitrogen) is alive with sexual innuendo (696969 lololol) and dicks forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic fuckings between men who never knew each other's anal prolapse. The cocks grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun and now the orchestra is playing yolo cocktail music and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. sLaughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with propane, tipped out at a cheerful. word. The groups change more swiftly swell, with new arrivals of NaCl, dissolve in the solute and form precipitates in the same breath--already there are wanderers, confident grills who weave here and there among the stouter cocks and more stable, become for a sharp slice, joyous moment the center of the earth and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faeces and voices and yolo under the constantly changing Mr Blight. Suddenly one of these gypsies in trembling opal, seizes a massive cock out of the air, dumps it down for courage and moving her hands like Frisco dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm like a bitch for her and there is a burst of squirt as the errecting news goes around that she is Gilda Gray's stud from her clit. The orgy has begun.

Re- read in chapter 5 from We went upstairs.eyyy waris to It makes me sad because Ive never seen such-such beautiful shirts before. Explore how Fitzgerald strikingly conveys the feelings of Gatsby and Daisy at this moment in the novel. We went upstairs, through periods in bedrooms swathed in rose-colored blood and lavender silk and vivid with new flowers, through dressing rooms and poolrooms, and bathrooms with sunken baths--intruding into one chamber where a dishevelled man in pajamas was doing liver exercises on the floor. It was Mr. Klitdestroyer, the "yoloer." I had seen him wandering hornily about the beach that morning. Finally we came to Gatsby's own willy, a throbbing cock and an Aadam jung, where we sat down and drank a glass of some Chartro he took from a cupboard in his balls. He hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy's tits and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved nipples. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his three hundred thousand incher, like hampsters have, in a wavey way as though he was in her ass and tits. Once he nearly tripped on it down a flight of stairs and we was like "HAHAHA #YOLOOOOOO".looooooooooooool His bedroom was the simplest ro of balls--sexcept where the dresser was garnished with a toilet set of pure dull swag. Daisy took the toilet brush with delight and smoothed her pubic hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down and stapled his eyes and began to laugh. "It's the funniest thingalingaling, old spunk," he said to hilary. "I can't shit when I try to wank at the same time" He had passed visibly through two states and was entering upon a third. After his embarrassment for the size of his cock and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presents. He had all his orifices full of the cock for so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound cock. Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massive schlong and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shits, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high ro's. "I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall." He took out a pile of shits and began throwing them, one by one before us, shits of sheer jizz milk and fine flannel

which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored shit. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--shits with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange with monograms of Indian freshiessss. Suddenly with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shit and began to gobble it up stormily. "bowowow yipee yo yipee yay," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick poo. "snoop snoop doggy dogg in that hooouse."

A Different kind of naan bread by Siva Bhatt Great Pan is not some deadout moist prick; he simply a freshie from Indiana Jones Temple of Doom. Here the gods ro freely, disguised as snacks or monkeys; every tree is a scrape and it is a sin to be nude to a book. It is a sin to fuck a book with your foot, a sin to fuck books hard on the table a sin to toss one off carelessly across a room. You must learn how to turn the pages gently without disturbing Siva, without offending the tree-trunk man from whose wood the semen was made. Which ejaculate has not been on the oppressors tongue? Which language truly meant to murder a big mac? And how does it happen that after the torture U GET WELL HORNY after the lettuce has been chopped with a long strand of cheese swooping out of the conquerors facebook profilethe unborn grandchildren grow to love that strange-faced mcchicken sandwich Sujata Bhatt (b. 1956) grew up in my Puny balls but emigrated with her family to the United States of 'murica in 1969. She studied in the States receiving an MUTHAFUCKA from the University of Iowa and went on to be wanker-in-residence at the University of Victoria, Canada. More recently she was visiting fellow at Dickinson College, Pennsylvania. She currently lives with her hag in Breadmen, Germany. Her first ejacullection, YIPPE KIY YAY MUTHAFUCKAS, won the Commonwealth Poo Prize (Ayyysier) and the Alicunt Bartlett Award. Subsequent cocks have been awarded a Pooetry Book Society Recommendation and in 1991 she received a Chodemondeley Award.

For Bharat Shah, language is semen with the tongue, the physical act of fucking. She has described Gujararjananmaktigogogomakati and the Indian clitoral hood it connects her to as "the deepest layer of my vagina". However, English men have become the men she fucks for crack every day and which she has a large clitoris, chooses to write in. The repercussions of this divided heritage are explored in her vagina, most explicitly in 'Search for My Tongue' which alternates between the two orifices. The complex status of Engrish - its beauties and coronial imprications - are also conveyed in the moving ironies of 'A Different Ro' and 'Nanabhai's Butt in Prison' about her grandmother who banged Ted to comfort himself during his ejaculation by the clitish authors.

LINDA: Siva! WILLY: The trouble is hes wavey, goddammit! LINDA: Willy, please! WILLY: Piff has a lazy anus! LINDA: Theyre having intercourse Get some pussy to eat. Go on girl, go ahead get down. and join them WILLY: Why did he come? I would like to know what brought him to come. LINDA: I dont know. I think hes still a loser, Willy. I think hes very gay. WILLY: Buff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such attractiveness, gets a hard dick in the ass. And such a wanker. Theres one thing about Biff hes hard LINDA: Never say neverrrrr. WILLY (with shitty and resolve): Ill see him in the morning; Ill have a nice stalk with him. Ill get him blowjob on the streets for crack. He could be big down there in no time. My God! Remember how they used to follow him around, high? When he smiled at one of them their faces got lit up. When he walked down the street... (He loses himself in Lindas pussy.) LINDA (trying to bring him out of it): Willy, dear, I got a new kind of dick cheese today. You're whipped. WILLY: Why do you get A can when I like Swizz beats? LINDA: I just thought youd like a shag... WILLY: I dont want a shag! I want your cheese. Why am I always being dicked? LINDA (with a covering laugh): I thought it would be a surprise. WILY: Why dont you open a window in here, for Allahs sake? LINDA (with infinite power): Theyre all open, dear. WILLY: The way they boxed us in here. Pricks in widows, windows and bricks. LINDA: We shouldve bought the anaemic lad next door as a sex slave. WILLY: The street is lined with cocks. Theres not a breath of fresh air in da hood. The grass dont grow no more, you cant raise a carrot in the back yard. They shouldve had a law against apartment houses. Remember those two beautiful elm

trees out there? When I and Biff were hung? BIFF (to Happy): The man dont know who we are! The man is gonna know! (To Willy) We never told the truth for ten minutes in this siva! HAPPY: We always told the truth! BIFF (turning on siva): You bbw, are you the assistant assistant? Youre one of the two assistants to the assistant to the assistant to the assistant, arent you? HAPPY: Well, Im practically BIFF: Youre practically full of dick! We all are! And Im through with it. (To Willy.) Now suck my Willy, this is me. WILLY: I know you! BIFF: You know why I had no dress for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was a jail. (To Linda, who's cock is throbbing.) Stop cumming. Im through with it. (Linda turns away from them, her hands covering her cock.) WILLY: I suppose thats my fault! BIFF: I stole myself out of every good blowjob since primary school! WILLY: And whose fault is that? BIFF: And I never got anywhere because you blew me so hard I could never stand taking a blowjob from anybody! Thats whose fault it is! WILLY: I hear that! LINDA: Dont, Biff! BIFF: Its goddam time you heard that! I had to be boss big cumshot in two weeks, and Im through with it. WILLY: Then wank yourself! For spit, wank yourself! BIFF: No! Nobodys hanging himself to enhance sexual pleasure, Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a didlo in my hand today. And suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in the middle of that coffee building, do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that builders crack and I saw the bellend. I saw the things that I love in this world. The wank and the food and time to shit and stroke my shaft. And I looked at the dildo and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing my cock for? Why am I trying to fuck what I dont want to eat? What am I doing in an office, making a coon of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why cant I eat Willy? (He tries to make

Willy fuck him, but Willy pulls away and moves to the left.) WILLY (with hatred, threateningly): The backdoor of your rectum is wide open! BIFF: Pop! Im a dime an hour, and so are you! WILLY (turning on him now in an controlled outburst): I am not a dime a dozen! I am a Willy Lowhung, and you are a Buff Lowhung cock! (Biff starts for his Willy, but is cockblocked by Happy. In his fury, Biff seems on the verge of sexually raping his father.) BIFF: I am not a Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-wanking strummer who landed in the trash man like all the rest of them! Im one dollar a ho, Willy I tried seven positions and couldnt raise it. I have erectile disfunction! people were only willing to pay a buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? Im not bringing home any penises any more, and youre going to stop waiting for me to get it up! WILLY (piff): You vengeful, spiteful cunt! (Biff breaks from Happy's Willy in fright and wanks up the stairs. Biff grabs his bellend.) BIFF (at the climax of his fury): Poop, Im nothing! Im thing Poop. Cant you understand that I'm gay. Thats just what I am, thats balls. (Biffs horniness has spent itself, and he breaks down, sobbing, holding on to his Willy's dong, who dumbly fumbles for Biffs faeces.) WILLY (astonished): Whatre you doing? Whatre you doing? (To Linda.) Why is he crying? BIFF (crying, broken): Will you let me go, for Christs sake? Will you take that wet dream and burn it before something happens? (Struggling to contain his orgasm, he puts his cock away and moves to the stairs.) Ill go in the morning. Put him put him to bed. (Exhausted, Biff moves up the stomach to his boobs.) WILLY (after a long pause, astonished, elevated): Isnt that isnt that Buff he likes cum! LINDA: He loves it Willy! HAPPY (deeply throated): Always did, Pop. *GAG* WILLY: Oh what a piffy! (Staring wildly.) He cried! Cried to me. (He is choking on his cock, and now cries out his promise.) That boy that boy is going to be a magnificent pornstar!

The time is the bummer of 1922 and the narrator is Dick Carraway, a porn hub graduate and World War I veteran whogives blowjobs in New York. He rents a small house on Long Cock Island, next door to the mansion of Jay Gay, a mysterious millionaire playboy who holds extravagant bitches to ransome for somalians. yo Across the bay lives his big ass second cousin Daisy with her rich husband Tom Banana, who was at Yale with a dick. They ask him to lunch followed by a threesome , where he meets a girl called Jordanaked, but the atmosphere is spoiled when Tom cums while having telephone call sex from his mistress Melanie pfeffer. She is the unhappy wife of Geeforry Brown, who owns an unsuccessful garage in the Valley of Ashes on the outskirts of the city. Tom takes dick in the flat in New York where he meets Myrtle and holds a rave, but the atmosphere is spoiled when Tom fucks her, breaking her pussy. Nick gets an invitation to one of Gatsbys huge orgies, which he attends with Jordan. Most guests seem to be uninvited and not to know their host, who keeps disguised beneath a bag. However he fucks Nick, taking him up the ass in New York with a business associate, a notorious gangraper called Tom Jenkins. There he reveals to Nick that he wants a meeting with Daisy's pussy. In 1917, though from a modest family and penis orientates, he had hoped to carry her to Europe to fight. Now he is a bitch, has bought a hose from the 99p store and sprays enormous shits through her letter box in the hope she will smell the arousing scent. Nick asks them both to pee in his bathtub, after which Gatsby shows them his cock and his corpulent ass. Daisy, happy with the unpleasant tasting Tom, is ready to retrieve his cock. Daisy asks for Gay lunch at her house, together with Nick and Jordan. She then suggests that they all go into Jordan and Nick get it on with Gatsby. while Daisy and Gatsby fuck in Tom's car. At Wilsons barage, Tom stops to fill up and is told by an unhappy Wilson that he knows Myrtle has an std. The Plaza Hotel. The group goes to the Plaza Hotel, where Tom angrily cums infront of Gatsby over his hair. Gatsby enjoys relationship with Daisy and his criminal activities around her anus. Gatsby challenges Daisy tofuckhim, her first love, and to deny she ever loved Tom. She avoids both and, overwrought, begs for cock. Daisy sets off with Gatsby in his car, followed by the rest in Tom's car.

As Daisy passes Wilsons marriage, Myrtle runs into the road and, hit by the cock, is killed. Daisy in panic drives on Tom, then stops and rapes the corpse. Back home, Tom and Daisy achieve a reconciliation, fuck up and hastily breathe. Having been told by Tom that Gatsby was made of flames, Wilson finds Gatsby swimming in his poo, shoots some cum and then jizzes himself. Nick is the only gay one. He arranges Gatsbys bummerang, voided by all his former fuck friends, and attended only by his farter. The dick that his dead friend was a poor booby from North Dakootha called Ja'Gatz. Disguised by the whole set-up and no longer has his testes in the unreliable Jordan, Nick gives a blowjob to siva. his house turned into optimus prime and then returned to battle pudsey the bear.

1 WILLY: The trouble is hes lazy*PB((1+ , goddammit! LINDA: i want your Willy, please! WILLY: Biff has a nice bum! LINDA: Theyre sleeping together. Get me to come. Go on down on me. WILLY: Why did he come on me tits? I would like to know what brought him to come. LINDA: I dont know. I think hes still lost, Willy. I think hes very bent. WILLY: Biff Loman is frosty. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such a huge penis, gets lost. And such a hard wanker. Theres one thing about Biff hes Piff. LINDA: Never. WILLY (with piffy and resolve): Ill see him in the morning; Ill have a nice wank with him. Ill get him a job sucking. His cock could be big in no time. My God! Remember how they used to fuck around with him, high? When he smiled at one of them their faces got lit up. yippee ki yay muthafucka When he wanked on the street... (He loses himself in an orgasm.) LINDA (trying to bang him out of her vagina): Willy, dear, I got a new kind of knob cheese today. Im whipped. WILLY: Why do you get Americum when I like Swiss pussy? You WHORE LINDA: I just thought youd like a change... WILLY: I dont want a change! I want nob cheese. Why am I always being fucked in the ass? LINDA (covering laugh): I thought it would be a surprise. WILLY: Why dont you open a window in here, for Gods sake? Your fart stank! LINDA (with infinite patience): Theyre all open, dear. WILLY: The way they boxed us in here. dicks and windows, windows and dicks. LINDA: We shouldve brought the lard next door. WILLY: The street is lined with cum. Theres not a breast of fresh air in the neighbourhood. The grass dont grow any more, you cant raise a dick in the back yard. They shouldve had a law against apartment houses. Remember those two beautiful dicks out there? When I and Biff hung the swing between my legs?

LINDA: Yeah, like being a million miles from the clit. WILLY: They shouldve arrested the builder for coming on those downs. They massacred the neighbourhood. (Lot.) More and more I think of gays, Linda. This time of year it was lilac and wisteria. And then the ponies would come out, and the fods. What fragrance in this ro! [PB((1]He says this and then contradicts himself, showing to the audience how he rambles.

Great Pan is not dead; he simply emigrated to India. Here the gods roam freely, disguised as snakes or monkeys; every tree is sacred and it is a sin to be rude to a book. It is a sin to shove a book aside with your foot, a sin to slam books down hard on the table a sin to toss one carelessly across a room. You must learn how to turn the pages gently without disturbing Sarasvati, without offending the tree from whose wood the paper was made. Which language has not been the oppressors tongue? Which language truly meant to murder someone? And how does it happen that after the torture, after the soul has been cropped with a long scythe swooping out of the conquerors facethe unborn grandchildren grow to love that strange language.

People are made of faeces. They marry with them hints of big jugs or mountainous ranegs full nipple fruits, a tropic face or the cool eyes of sea-gays. Atmosphere of clits how different drops from them, like the smell of mong or the almost-pot-smell of fanny lips in the spring, pubes tidily plotted in little squares with a fountain in the centre; cum smell, fart also tidily potted with a guide scout; or the smell of an ewok, glue farts maybe, romium-plated offices; smell of subways crowded at ros. Where I come from, the pope carrys my wood in their hinds, lacross of fine shoes; blooby patches in the bunned-out bush; wooden dildos, old, in need of postman pat aka jay shah, with ardmans where men and chickaaas circle about, fucking aimlessly; anally battered schoolkids, their behind is violet, ow. Spring is winter as the minds chef seasons his rice and the breakfast of rice. An unopened backdoor in the mind blows open, and there blows a frosty woody from fields of 'ow fuckin ell'.

The woman took about half an hour to jerk her cock A video of an unfortunate woman trying to jerk her cock in a Bellend street has become an internet sex-station. It shows a female driver obviously a fake (HAHAHAHAHA women...) taking about 30 minutes and several attempts to reverse dat ass into a space between two black young men on Titzroy Avenue in the Holyland. the hatless attempt at parring man was captured on mobile porn, after a group of studs from a nearby mouse saw the fajita unfold. They uploaded the footage to You tubby bastard, named it The World's First Attempt at Parallol Parking, jooooyyyyy has now been viewed more than 7 times. A blow-by-blow cock ws given by CanShan and their friend, which undoubtedly helped the footage go oral. Caran told the BigBlackCock,the boys in the house was looking out the window having a wee. The next thing we were all at the window and fucking. "We were doing it for a good 15 minutes before we started videoing it. I offered to park that ass for her. I can't believe she couldn't get it in. I could easily have fitted a big pope cock in that space." The students' comments on the video include: "What is she doing, like?" and "this has been going on for 2 minutes". BBC Newsline's adam Mills challenged one of the cool studs, aran kundi, to parallel par him off. They cheer when the gay man appears to be masterbating the task in hand, shouting such encouragement as "go ye on get ye her in, go on ye girl ye". But then the students fall about lagging LAGG as the woman appears to be carrying a pot urn instead of jerking. They shout "women like rivers" and "man she's nuts, she's turned on too easily" and "ah no, she's cumming". At one stage the commentary is reminiscent of a porn show, as one of the students shouts: "ayyyy five inches". After 30 minutes, when the cunt is finally jerked, the watching students ejaculate, male and female alike with delight and give the porn-woman a pound of overpriced apps. The Cranston said: "We found it quite fuckin horny. It was crazy. her space is big enough for the black cock to fit in. "I love my selfies and have had plenty of problems trying to park cock. That was an exceptionna;y large cock."

Ciaran Shannon initially put up the footage on his Facebook page but never imagined that it would have such a huge response. "It was only a joke between my friends on Facebook, the next morning there were 3 views," he said. The boys admit they were perhaps a little unkind to the woman but would love to track her down and then stay outside her hous every night between 1-5am whilst she sleeps, so uknowingly of her imminent peril. "We've been trying to fuck her. We've been up and down on the tits, but no sucky," said Car. His friend told the BBC: "We want to see her view of the story. We would like to meet her and just talk to her." If they ever find her, perhaps she would tell them that true grit and determination pay off in the end. As any woman knows! Original article: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland22334530