THIS IS A SLEAZY FUCK PARODY... IT AIN'T REAL
Queens, New York 2006
Carrie Heffernan came home one evening, just as her husband Doug and his friends were starting their poker game. She was in a foul mood because her supervisor at work told her that her Queens accent would be a problem for her getting promoted by her Manhattan bosses. "Yeah Spence, put your beer beside the damn coaster." Carrie angrily moved it to the coaster and stormed in the kitchen. Doug just shook it off and kept playing poker with his friends. Spence decided to go talk to Carrie about why she was mad and Doug's mom Janet sat down to take his place in the poker game.
Spence walked in the kitchen and saw Carrie open a bottle of pills. "You know Carrie, you'll never find the answer to your problems at the bottom of a pill bottle."
"They are Flintsones chewable vitamins... CAN I HELP YOU?"
I think I can help you Carrie. You see, before I moved here, I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, where we talked like this." Spence said it, in a very stereotypical southern accent. He looked deep into Carrie's beautiful eyes and said again, "I can help you Carrie... I know how to lose an annoying accent. Let me help you." Spence licked his lips, looking at Carrie's ample breasts in her tight, brown, turtleneck sweater. Carrie noticed his goofy, perverted staring at her sweet tits. She thought about slapping him... but then she realized she needed his help. She really wanted the promotion and she didn't know how to lose her accent herself. She let him ogle her gorgeous C cup tits. She even stretched back and pushed them out for him. She knew she may have to let him do a little more than stare at her tits... But she gave in and decided, if she had to go farther she would... to a certain point.
"If you can help me actually lose my accent and get my promotion... I'll be very grateful Spence... but you better not be pulling something, cause I'll beat your chubby little ass, if you're not on the up and up."
"I promise Carrie... I promise... I'll help you get rid of your accent and get promoted. I give you my word... could I have a little feel of your magnificent titties... as a little treat maybe?"
Carrie looked at him and just shook her head, lowering it in her hands, then raising it up, looking at the ceiling. She realized she definitely was gonna have to let Spence have some fun with her, to get his help. Carrie relented and said, "go ahead, you little pervert... but you better help me... or I'll beat your ass!"
Spence smiled and rubbed his chubby hands together. He groped Carrie's beautiful 34C tits, squeezing them roughly, licking his lips. Spence had a huge crush on his friend's wife and now he was fondling her beautiful funbags, with her hubby in the next room. Carrie was repulsed by Spence and his hands on her body... but the dirtiness of being felt up, with her husband in the next room turned her on. Her nipples were rock hard and she bit her bottom lip, enjoying the dirty fondling in her kitchen. She let Spence keep going.
"Can I feel them under your shirt?"