Chapter 11

Joe Sploch sat on the ferry, left side as he often did whenever he returned from the dildo factory on Staten Island. He liked to see the Statue of Liberty pass half a mile to the side and to observe the young girls wandering happily around the deck of the Staten Island ferry. That was one thing Joe had noticed over the years, parents normally kept their kids on a very short leach, not letting them out of their sight, but on a child proof ferry, they let their kids run freely back and forth.

Joe loved his job as a sales rep for the Acme Latex Dildo Co of St George, New York as it allowed him to keep his own schedule and to travel about the north-east, visiting adult book, novelty stores and public schools. Recently he had extended the company's school interaction program to middle schools. Acme had long had a program to introduce their products into pussies at various high schools, but Joe had implemented middle schools into the interaction plan. It was the part of his job he loved, visiting grade 4, 5 and 6 classes and showing latex dildos and vibrators to all the young girls in their community interaction courses. He had worked hard to get company management to accept his plan to get Acme dildos into such a young target group; but it had worked, in-school sales were up 6.34% over the quarter and he had been asked to develop a nation wide program for the company.

An 'Acme Latex Dildos' user group had already existed on Facebook, but Joe's new 'Middle School' grouping turned out to be an immediate seccess with over 150,000 'friends' on the first week alone; the photo exchange section for the 'Middle School' grouping had to be shifted to a dedicated server. And Twitterspace suddenly became full of #AcmeDildo exclamations of pleasure

Joe had received a raise and the Times had done an article that interviewed the assistant-sub-deputy manager of public safety and he had said that sexual assaults and gang rapes on boys by packs of preteen girls had reduced by at least 10%. The Times article specifically identified Acme Latex as a leader in solving this potentially serious social issue. Joe's 'Get Em Started Young' program was the talk of the dildo industry and he had recently been written up in 'Pussy Plugger' the monthly industry magazine. Joe was a success; a success professionally, financially and now socially!

Joe always sat on the left side of the ferry when leaving Staten Island because all the tourists came to that side to get a free look at the Statue of Liberty. Many of the young girls on deck wore short skirts or tight stretchy-terry shorts which molded to their ripe young bottoms like paint. Joe sat back from the windows where he could see the cute bottoms peaking out below the girls' skirts as they leaned towards the windows. They were so entranced with the statue that neither the girls nor their parents observed an old lecher like Joe perving over their tight little bottoms. Joe like the pre-teen girls' bottoms, so round and full of promise and potential customers everyone. He had a camera out as if he was a tourist, but it was focused on little round asses not monumental statuary.

Two young lovelies looking at the statue caught Joe's eye, wearing ultra short skirts and tight tops. The older of the two, maybe 10 or 11 years old had a flairing short skirt, dark blue with light blue highlights, very similar to a cheerleaders skirt that covered the top portion of her cute bottom but left the lower curve of her butt showing. 'She must be wearing a thong' thought Joe 'cause all I see is beautiful pinky skin.' From the back he could only see a single string with a large bow across her back, 'she must have a tie-top' thought Joe. The younger girl was turned his way, she was absolutely gorgeous with the picks of her nipples on her flat chest showing through her thin white top. Joe loved that look and the fact she wore a short pale green skirt with lace topped thigh high hose only made her more desirous. The hose stopped 4" below the hem of her skirt, and that little patch of bare flesh drew Joe's eyes to the tops of her legs and he thought nasty things about what was just above. Joe swept his gaze upwards to take in the youngster's charms and met her eyes. She had caught him giving her the once over! She didn't raise a fuss or blush or turn away or anything, she smiled demurely, almost inviting him to keep looking. She raise her hands as if holding an imaginary camera and pressed the imaginary shutter button. 'Got'cha' She smiled and turned away, almost inviting Joe to photograph her pert butt. Joe raised his camera and obliged. The youngster glanced back, confirming she had been successful in getting Joe's attention. Soon both girls were bending at the waist while looking at the Statue of Liberty, their asses almost completely exposed below the hems of their skirts. The younger one wiggled her bum enticingly a couple times.

A few minutes later, the two slipped away much to Joe's disappointment; they were the sweetest eye candy he had seen in years. Five minutes later they were back, talking quietly and each sucking on a grape popcicle. 'God they look sexy,' thought Joe, 'it looks like they're sucking on nice black cocks.' They sat across the main aisle from Joe licking their cold treats and glancing occasionally at Joe. The younger girl smiled sweetly and looked into Joe's eyes as she sucked the entire length of her popsicle into her mouth, effectively deep throating the icy confection. She took it out and licked up one side, then popped the tip into her mouth again and sucked hard, concaving her cheeks with her powerful suck. The older girl had watched her sister's teasing and tried to out do her, she plunged her popsicle in and out of her mouth, face fucking herself for about thirty seconds, then pulling it out and grinned devilishly at Joe, then licked it innocently again. Joe took his camera and photographed the nasty little school girls, hoping they would hang around a bit longer.

The older girl, in the blue skirt and tiny tie-top smiled and lifted her left foot onto the seat and flashed her young crotch towards Joe. Joe could see a tiny pair of thong style panties of some dark color under her blue skirt. Now that the older girl was facing Joe he could see the light pale blue triangular tie-top, had a sparkly picture of a kittycat and the words 'Nice Pussy'. Joe almost moaned as he saw that her puffy nipples were just starting to mound the fabric of her top. The tie-top was very small and the girl wore the neck string quite loose so the top slipped low and the narrow upper portion barely spanned the distance between the girl's nipples. When the girl turned to her sister, her left nipple popped out, she obviously felt it as she looked at Joe again, smiled then looked down at her exposed tittie; gently shook her chest back and forth to slip the nipple back into hiding. She again smiled at Joe.

Her younger sister turned on the plastic seat and lifted both legs to place her feet each side of her tiny bottom. Her knees at her shoulders and her young crotch aimed directly at poor old Joe. She reached down and slide her left hand past the waist band into her red thong panties and Joe was positive the middle finger slid deeper as the other three fingers showed below the leg elastics. The little slut's index finger wiggled beside the inner thigh of her right leg, while her ring and baby fingers danced beside her left thigh. She looked down between her legs then up at Joe, and gave a shocked 'OOOoohh' expression. She next proceeded to slide the fingers up and down, up and down, their tips sliding up and down the youngster's inner thighs, up and down, Joe could only imagine where the middle finger was going in and out, in and out below the tight panty fabric. Joe wanted to stand up and go investigate more closely. How much of a slut was this little goddess before him. He snapped a few more pictures of the preteen goddess teasing him. God, to press his nose against that fabric and smell her and feel her hand moving.

A young couple pushing a stroller passed between Joe and the girls, the woman did a double take, looking back at the girls, the man looking out the ferry's windows at the statue missed a better view. Since her husband wasn't reacting the woman sure wasn't going to draw his attention to slutty behavior; he had a wandering eye as it was. The couple kept walking slowly toward the front of the ferry. The girls grinned at Joe again and the older girl started to push her hand down into her crotch and started to pull the thong free of her pussy to flash Joe.

But Joe was not intended to see such delights; suddenly the ferry's PA system announced the eminent arrival at Whitehall terminal in Manhattan, the two girls shrieked and ran away towards the aft stairway. Joe watched as their tiny forms got lost in the crowd of passengers; he bemoaned their departure but knew they had to get back to their parents in a rush. When no one was looking, Joe reached into his pants to adjust his semi-erect Johnson, the girls had affected him and he slides his alter ego to a vertical position right behind his fly. It travelled better that way instead of bouncing semi-erectly against his leg. Maybe he would see the little tarts later. But when the ferry docked and the passengers disembarked, Joe did not catch a glimpse of them. Joe was amongst the last to disembark. 'Lost another sweetie' he thought, 'there will be others, but rarely as nice as those two.'

He strolled over to the subway station and caught a north-bound Red train. The train was quite full and Joe forced his way aboard, following a young black girl and squeezing in behind her. Joe thought about this new friend, 'she's maybe 14; tall for her age, beautiful bubble butt wrapped in stretchy denim jeans, so tight you could see both her ass cheeks as individual hemispheres. The train started to move, Joe grabbed an overhead handhold and the young black girl swayed back into Joe. Her bubble butt contacted Joe's crotch and he felt a prehensile grip on his pecker. Looking down, the girl's ass cheeks had slide along each side of his cock and cradled it like a wiener in a hotdog bun. Interlocked this way, Joe travelled north for three stops and disconnected from his traveling companion at Chambers Street Station. The young black girl smiled back at Joe and said 'Bye' as he departed. Joe returned the compliment and walked up the tunnel to connect with the 'A' train to JFK airport.

Joe walked the length of the station platform as he often did, just to see if there were any delectable young things to perv. 'THERE THEY WERE!!!' His brain exploded. The young teasers from the ferry following a woman; all three pulled carry-on bags as they moved slowly through the crowd. Joe followed at a distance and ultimately got on the east bound 'A' train, one car behind them. A couple stations later, the crowd cleared somewhat and Joe stepped off his car and moved quickly forward to get into the girls' car. Standing by the door he observed the girls and their mother??? The older girl and the mother were sitting down and the younger girl stood beside them, her short skirt and sex stockings drawing attentive eyes from the other passengers on the train. A few stops later, more people left and Joe sat down a few rows behind them, the younger girl had by now also found a seat and basically all Joe could see of his quarry was the backs of their heads and shoulders. 20 minutes later, they all transferred to the AirTrain for the final ride to JFK. The younger girl saw Joe as they loaded onto the AirTrain car and waved shyly. Could that little bitch be embarrassed by her past performance, wondered Joe? After riding the AirTrain for a couple minutes, Joe got up to leave as it approached Terminal 2. He was surprised that the threesome followed him off the train, Joe stopped to tie his shoelace and then followed the threesome towards the Cunt&anal Airlines desks.

Joe walked past the Cunt&anal check-in and smiled at the two young girls and accompanying woman as they joined the end of the long line for economy. Joe had business seating and his boarding pass pre-printed, so he didn't have to stand in that stupid line, but he thought those girls are gorgeous and why don't I just stand in line myself and observe/perv at such delectable creatures.

A female backpacker with numerous country patches on her pack entered the Cunt&anal line to stand behind the young lovelies. Then an older woman with a large wheeled suitcase came up. Joe reacted instinctively and joined the line immediately behind the older woman. The line started moving as soon as Joe entered it, and they all shuffled forward 8 or 10 places. Joe kept his eye on the pretty young things pulling their pink carry-ons. The young girls stopped just around the corner at one of the U-turns in the line, backpacker in the U and lady with enormous suitcase at the corner. Joe stood opposite the mother accompanying the girls and he smiled at her. She acknowledged him and turned to speak softly to her girls, who were standing calmly with their luggage, not pestering or poking each other, acting very mature. Joe observed that the older girl's top was still quite loose and half of her puffy right nipple was innocently poking out. She smiled at Joe.

The older sister turned towards woman and asked how long until the flight. Joe heard the woman reply "We've got a little over an hour, Shelley. Our flight is scheduled for 5:35." Joe's heart missed a beat. 5:35 was his flight time, 'could these girls be going to Backside as well?' The line shuffled again and Joe could catch glimpses of the girls over the next few minutes. A couple U-turns later, Joe again stood opposite the woman with the girls.

Joe observed to her, "You daughters are very well behaved; they must travel frequently to not be annoyed by these long lines." The woman looked down at her charges and nodded, "Yes they are good kids aren't they." Both girls smiled at Joe and he could see their perfect teeth and peachy complexion. Both girls wore a just a hint of make-up; they were very well turned out. The line started moving again and as they separated again, Joe noticed the woman had a camera bag as well as her carry-on. The girls smiled mischievously at Joe as they passed. Minutes later they reached the front of the line and were directed to Cunt&anal counter 47. A minute or so later Joe was aimed toward counter 52. Now Joe had to decide what to do, keep his comfortable seat and free drinks or move back into steerage class so he could watch the young cuties. Not really a hard decision for an old perv like Joe, he pulled out his business ticket and boarding pass and explained to the agent that he wanted to exchange his ticket so he could travel with his nieces who were just checking in over there. The agent looked at the business ticket nodded, looked at his screen, walked over to counter 47, returned a few seconds later, "they are in row 35. I'll see how close I can get you." The agent typed a few things "You have 35F, right beside your nieces. I'll just reimburse your Visa card with the difference in ticket price Mr Sploch. Any luggage? No, just your carry on. Okay, there you go. Be at gate 21 by 5:05, You must pass through security. Have a pleasant flight."

Joe wandered over to a news stand for a couple minutes. 'No need to stalk them,' he thought. Then he headed through security, taking off his shoes and turning on his lap top as was standard for him now. Looking to his left after passing the metal detector portal Joe noticed two security guards working over the two young girls at the adjacent security portal. Joe picked his things up and stepped over to the seats to put on his shoes. He took his time with his shoes and observed the older girl had her hands on top of her head while a young black man ran his hands up and down her body and under her skirt, paying particular attention to her crotch and bubble butt. The guard picked up his wand and waved it over her body two or three times then called a supervisor over. The supervisor repeated the procedure with wand and hands under her skirt.

Meanwhile the younger girl now stood between two supervisors, she held a pair of red scanty panties in her left hand while keeping her right hand on the top of her head. The security men were on their knees, one behind the girl reaching up under her skirt, holding her ass cheeks apart with both thumbs while peering closely at her anus; while the other guard appeared to be vigorously finger fucking the young lady from in front. Her knees were splayed outwards as she pushed her crotch towards the thrusting digits. The woman accompanying the girls was standing to the side calmly observing the assault, as if this was normal airport activity. Joe watched with interest as the older girl, 'she's called Shelley' thought Joe, was asked to remove her panties as well. The young black guard was soon fingering Shelley with similar vigor as his compatriots, while an older woman agent crouched behind her and looked closely between Shelley's ass cheeks. The woman travelling with the girls turned and spoke to a nearby young female security guard who was also observing the finger fucking. Both women laughed.

After a couple more minutes, the girls apparently passed inspection and gathered their luggage and things from the table behind the X-ray machine. They came over to the seats a few away from Joe and sat down to put on their panties and strap up their sandals.

"That was better this time," said the younger girl.

"It's not fair, you got to be fingered longer," said her sister, "my guys didn't give me enough time to cum."

"Maybe next time Shelley, maybe next time; come on girl's we've got to make our flight," chided the woman. "Let's go." The three rushed off down the terminal, followed by Joe at a more leisurely pace.

At gate 21 it was the normal crowd, Joe came up and stood in the area outside the seats. He could see his young lovelies seated near the windows happily chatting. Shelley seemed to be over her annoyance about the too short molestation at security.

"Cunt&anal flight 609 to Backside is now boarding; those seated rows 28 and higher please board now." The girls and their older companion moved with the surge of people and soon disappeared down the ramp. Joe waited a few minutes and boarded with the row 18 and higher crowd. Passing through the passengers as they seated themselves, he saw the plane was configured in a 3 and 3 pattern. Joe looked at his boarding pass, 35F was his seat. At row 35 Joe saw seats C, D and F occupied by his young friends, with the woman in 35C across the aisle, the younger girl beside her in 35D and the older girl in Joe's aisle seat 35F.

Joe came up to his seat and pointed to it. "That's my seat; do you want to shift over?" Joe asked Shelley.

Shelley smiled widely at Joe and shook her head, "No you can sit between us," she replied. Joe shrugged and stowed his bag in the overhead bin and settled between the girls. He could see that neither girl had stowed her carry-on in the overhead, the bags were under the seat in front and both girls feet were on top of their bags. Their legs were upright because of the lack of room. Joe offered to put their bags up for them.

"No it's okay," advised the younger of the two, "we may need some stuff in them." Joe settled back into his seat surrounded by loveliness. 'Economy may not be so bad after all,' he thought.

Small talk occupied the next few minutes, Joe found out his seat mates were Shelley and Kimmy Whymply and their companion was Betty MacDonald, not their mother but a professional photographer. They were 11 and 10 years old, they went to Pussywillow Girls School, and they were models and were coming back from a photography assignment in NYC. The girls sat with their knees 6" apart and their short skirts bunched back onto their laps because their knees were so high. As the plane took-off, their skirts shifted back even more and Joe had a lovely look at two sopping wet panties. Joe smiled at Shelley and she grinned back, Kimmy similarly smiled widely and spread her knees to 18" apart, Shelley soon followed and Joe found he had to keep his knees together to allow room for the girls to expand. This proved painful for Joe as he now had a rampant erection.

As the plane leveled off, the girls slid their butts forward on their seats, giving even more prominence to their young wet pussies, which the girls made no attempt to hide. Betty leaned across Kimmy and asked what Joe did for a living, to which Joe replied he was a plastics salesman, 'no need to scare them off too quickly', he thought. After a minute or so about Joe, he asked about the girl's modeling. The girls grinned at him; they just loved talking about themselves and talking about modeling. Joe soon learned that they did clothing modeling, mainly for Fuckinghams Department Store, but they also did more 'mature stuff' that you could see on their website. Betty passed over her card which Joe pocketed without really looking. The girls talked about what they liked about modeling and where they had done shoots and what cloths they liked to wear.

Joe nodded, he found he didn't have to say much to keep the girls yapping and they seemed to be enjoying flashing their crotches at him. Kimmy started putting her hand on his knee as she talked and Joe had the uncomfortable feeling of what a girl might experience when someone comes on to her unexpectedly. Shelley soon had her hand in his crotch and Joe heard Betty suggest to Kimmy that she should remove her panties; which she did in a flash, to be followed immediately by Shelley. Not wanting to come across as a prude, Joe slipped his right hand into Kimmy's crotch and somewhat clumsily pushed his left hand into Shelley's inviting maw. Both girls held onto Joe's hands tightly, not letting them get away as he happily fingered them.

Shelley succeeded in freeing Joe's cock from it's enclosure and Kimmy folded back the arm-rest, adjusted her seating slightly to allow her to bend over and take Joe's cock into her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down, Shelley just grinned at Joe. Joe looked over to Betty and got a nice smile in return. 'I haven't pissed anyone off apparently' thought Joe.

A stewardess, wearing the standard Cunt&anal hip length uniform, came be offering drinks and snacks. Betty pulled Kimmy's head back off Joe's cock, "Do you want anything to drink or are you satisfied with a bit of sausage?" Betty laughed. Kimmy shook her head quickly and dove back into Joe's crotch, where she resumed her rapid bobbing action.

Joe said, "I'd like a beer and some nuts, but I'm afraid I can't get to my wallet". Betty agreed to pick up Joe's tab. In the end Betty ordered a coke for the Shelley, a coffee for herself and the beer for Joe.

Shelley said "I'm not sharing my coke with old sucky mouth here."

"Oh don't be such a sore loser," chided Betty, "you're just mad cause your sister beat you to a nice pecker." Betty and the stewardess both laugh, Shelley looked pissed but didn't answer cause it was the truth.

"Yes she might backwash on you," says the stewardess, "maybe you should order something for young Bobbie".

"Let's have another coke so she can rinse her mouth later" says Betty.

Ten minutes later, Kimmy and Shelley have tucked Joe's cock back in his pants and are feeding him peanuts and holding his beer for him to drink when he asks. The girls also sip from their cokes and talk quietly. Joe still does not have use of his hands, as both girls complained when he tried to withdraw his fingers even temporarily. Soon they are all back talking about the modeling business, it being the only dialog the girls are willing to participate in. Betty suggests the girls get their portfolios out to show Joe some of their work. Shelley and Kimmy glare at each other, whoever has to get their portfolio will have to uncouple from Joe's busy fingers.

"You get yours Kimmy, you have some nice shots, and everyone always says you're the cute one," suggests Shelley. Kimmy crosses her legs slightly, trapping Joes hand even more.

"No you get yours, you've got more of the model categories filled," countered Kimmy.

Neither girl budged, it was a Mexican stand-off of the pussy variety! To fill in the time until one or the other relented, Joe asked Betty "What sort of portfolios do they have? Is it like an artist's?"

Betty replies, "Their portfolios are very much a standard type of thing in the fashion and modeling industry. If you've got experience modeling a certain type of clothing or performing an interesting, ahh 'activity', yes let's call it 'activity', you keep a photo of it." The girls laughed between themselves. "So," Betty continued, "when they take a new type of photograph, the model asks for examples of the best of each and keeps them in her portfolio. When she takes say some winter fashion shots, she picks out the best of the bunch where her personality shows. It's similar for say summer dresses and sports wear, just about anything."

"Both of these girls follow the European Young Standard Portfolio, (EYSP) and it's basically what every young model in the world now must have. It's got standard tabs for what type of work you've done. So a photographer who wants to hire a model for say some bikini shots, would open the portfolio at tab #11 'Swimsuit' and see a number of example photographs of the girl modeling bathing suits. It's quite critical for a photographer to see proof that a potential model has the confidence to wear a tiny bikini as an example. If the girl is going to act all shy and not radiate for the camera, well it's just a waste of the photographer's time. And he's going to have to go hire a different model that is willing to have a close-up of her breasts or crotch taken, because think about it, for a bikini work, it's only breast, ass and crotch shots."

Joe nodded. Betty kept talking, "The European Young Standard Portfolio was developed by a grouping of professional model agencies There are normally 30 standard tabs for the different types of photos in the EYSP. There are about 40 tabs in the adult portfolio (ESP). If a girl is going to do strictly vanilla modeling, she will only have maybe 6 or 8 tabs. If she is more venturesome she has up to 30 tabs. Shelley and Kimmy have all of the tabs normally included in a young girl's portfolio. So you can see these are very mature and hard working girls." Joe asks if he can see one of these books and Betty tells the girls to stop fooling around and get their portfolios.

Shelley shifts herself and Joe withdrew his right hand, he looked at Kimmy and she grinned back, finally she un-crossed her legs and released Joe's left hand. Joe held each hand up to his face and breathed their scents, first Shelley's then Kimmy's. Kimmy slapped him, "You're a pig," she exclaimed. Joe laughed, and waved his hands in the air to dry them. Betty passed a couple extra napkins she had from the drinks for Joe to clean himself up.

Shelley and Kimmy pulled their carry-ons out from below the seat in front and unzipped a large outer pocket. Each extracted a brown covered binder about 2" thick. The cover of Shelley' portfolio said European Young Standard Portfolio in raised lettering and handwritten in a nice calligraphy: model: 'Shelley Whymply, Backside, New York'. The open side of the binder had two rows of dark brown tabs, with numbers on them, Looking over at Kimmy's book, it seemed identical. Joe opened the front cover to see a portrait of Shelley with her vital statistics listed out. Reading through Joe was amazed at the detail along with age, height, weight, figure dimensions, and breast cup size, Joe was surprised to see a listing for virginity with three sub-items: vaginal, anal and oral all marked 'taken' with a date beside each. Turning the page to the index of tabs:

1 - Fashion photographs
2 - Casual Clothing photographs
3 - Play-wear photographs
4 - School-wear photographs
5 - Outerwear photographs
6 - Footwear photographs
7 - Underwear photographs
8 - Hosiery photographs
9 - Schoolgirl photographs
10 - Cheerleader photographs
11 - Swimsuit photographs
12 - Sleep-wear photographs
13 - Lingerie photographs
14 - Fetish photographs
15 - Outdoor nude photographs
16 - Indoor nude photographs
17 - Breast photographs
18 - Butt photographs
19 - Pussy photographs
20 - Fingering photographs
21 - Dildo photographs
22 - Intercourse photographs
23 - Double and triple penetration photographs
24 - Lesbian photographs
25 - Blowjob photographs
26 - B&D photographs
27 - Bukkake photographs
28 - Watersport scat and toilet photographs
29 - Animal sex photographs
30 - Other photographs

Joe looked at the girls and over to Betty, a bit of a smile on his face. Shelley and Kimmy grinned back at Joe while Betty motioned for him to keep going.

"This is a very complete list, what could an adult model do that would add to such a list?" asks Joe.

"The fetish and B&D categories gets expanded somewhat" replies Betty. "But these girls have a number of poses that even adult women shy away from, have a look." Joe goes back to Shelley's portfolio and turns the pages. The first few are well composed shots of Shelley standing, walking, and sitting in nice cloths. Joe noted Shelley's good looks and energized expression come through in the photos very well. Continuing to turn the pages slowly, Joe commented favorably on the quality of Shelley's work and what a fantastic model she was turning out to be. Shelley beamed in response, Kimmy scowled and reached over to flip a whole section of pages.

"Come on get to the interesting part," Kimmy muttered.

Joe now was looking at tab 12, 'sleep-wear', a pictures of Shelley in shear baby-dolls with crotchless panties and another picture of her in a long tee-shirt with the logo 'Three Fucks a Night Minimum'. Joe flipped the remaining tabs probably faster then he wanted but he didn't want to come across as a complete pedophile. One shot in Tab 27 caught his eye, Shelley with a mushy mass of cum over her face and hair she was only able to open her left eye for the camera.

Kimmy laughed "That's when we had the football club over for a BBQ."

Shelley snapped back, "You've got a picture that's even mushier if I recall."

Joe didn't get a chance to look through Kimmy's portfolio as the stewardesses came by getting things cleared away for landing. Maybe Joe will come to Pussywillow school to promote latex dildos.

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