Chapter 1. It was a dark and stormy night when Eddison approached the mansion's gates. The stone lions cast down their unblinking stare as lighting streaked earthwards towards the sodden ground. He dismounted from his arabian steed, Gallivar, and approached the rusting gates with trepidation...
Galliver seemed restless.Edison removed his powder blue kid leather glove and stroked the full length of the magnificent beasts leathery phallus,saying in his smooth deep Devon tones..."there dude...hush...be calm...
A shiver ran the length of Eddison's spine. "These gates seem formidable!" but these words fell on deaf ears, as Galliver sat smoking a marlboro in post coital bliss. "If I do not gain access to Antoinette's chamber soon, I fear the worst will happen!" There was only one thing for it....
......a swift kick to the lock. BAM! CLASH! Edison kicked in the massive gates and they clashed against their hinges. Edison tied Galliver to the open gates and preceded to the dark mansion on foot. Edison took each step on the porch carfully. With each step the boards creeked and squeeked until Edison reached the large double doors. He let a long silence as he studied the doors. The white paint was chipping and peeling off to show the wood underneath. Just then......
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by DORKGROPEY: chapter 2: <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What's up with Ed??? <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Cigarettes: ......a blhhhhhhh...zzzzzzzzzz...yawn...Just then......<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You really are a useless,sad, clapped out old fuck,aren't you!!! Anyway...on with the story...
Eddison suddenly realised with dismay that Galliver had 'turned' after Nursey's administrations and placed the giant big humongous butternut squash between......
Edison_eased_himself_gently_down_onto_the_large_monkeynut_shaped_member_of_the_pumpkin_family_until_one_end_popped_fitmly_and_neatly_into_his_rectum...his_anal_sphincter_fitting_sn ugly_over_the_slender_'waist'_of_the_butternut.Next,he_waddled_over_to_the_large_painting_hanging_in_the_foyer...a_great_and_noble_fepiction_of_Marchioness_Natasha_Cuntowski...his_ mother-in-law_to_be...the_prize_breeder_who_brought_his_sweet_and_fragrant_Antoinette_into_the_being.The_bitternut_felt_quite_reassuring_wedged_in_his_pulsing_membranous_regions_he _thought,and_was_he_was_in_fact_beginning_to_feel_quite_rollicksome_and_jovial_!!!until!!!......
