Meet The Spewings

"Ma! it's about to come on!"

"Right with you pa!"

The music swells and the picture shows a view of the house.Centering in on the left side of the veranda,two rocking chairs and a talble with drinks can be seen.Just left of the second chair is the door.The gravelly voice begins again.

"The lovely lady in the far rocker is my wife of 50 years,Miss Fillme and i usually do daily! Little joke there! she's a grey haired spitfire that doesn't censor what she's says. Coming through the door in the grey ten gallon hat is our oldest boy B.J. Spewing,slimest bastard you could ever come across. He's the type that would steal candy from orphans and sell it back to them at double the cost."

B.J. takes a seat on the veranda's rail "Sowed-Ellen,what's keeping you woman,time to leave i've got widders to fleece,snap to it Sowed-Ellen!"

A mousy looking woman with big breast comes through the door."Sowed-Ellen,B.J.'s wife and community cum bucket.The running gag is 'have you Sowed-Ellen today?' most men have by the latest censsus at the watering hole.

B.J. and Sowed-Ellen leave as my youngest boy,Bobinand Spewing comes outside.Something differently off with that one.He's so jealous of his hot wife Damn that he planin to become one himself(or is that herself). He followed by an amazing pair of tit belonging to Damn Spewing,then the rest of her catches up .

"Damn married into our family a few years ago now but i still would give my left nut to rut that filly.And believe me so would most of the men here in Phallus!" the gravelly voice goes on "Who know maybe if the good lordis willin i'll do that before going to the big spew in the sky!"

"Well that's my time for now,see you back here soon y'all!"