Kitsch, Smut and Silly Puffs

I can't believe I almost forgot about poor Susan during my bestial smut parade. Gosh, what's wrong with me? She was young, scared and stacked like 5 bales of fresh hay. A country girl, she had no idea what lascivious hungers waited to taste her farm raised flesh. Despite the unwanted gropings of Uncle Tom, Susan was naive and without guile. She loved teddy bears and banana splits and square dancing. The very thought of the big city made her tummy flip flop. She was frightened but excited, too. Topeka. She'd heard so many things. She wondered just how she'd get along. A single girl, with no skills and an eager willingness to please. Sitting on a bench with her pink suitcase, she started to cry. What am I going to do, she thought? Just then a couple fast looking girls walked by. Susan couldn't help noticing how tight their skirts were, how tall their stiletto heels made them appear as they passed, hips swaying. But before they disappeared, one of them turned and came back to Susan. She was embarrassed and dried her eyes hastily, wondering what the girl could possibly want.