CHAPTER EIGHT
Randy rolled over on the satin sheets that daddy had bought her for the luxurious king-sized bed and smiled while rubbing her t**s.
It was eight o'clock in the morning of a radiant Sunday and she felt in tip-top shape, the best shape in her life.
She reached over and turned about and felt the soft fluff of the downy pillow as it mashed her tender, fluffy bulbs.
Aaaaaaaa ... What a feeling! To be well-f****d with rabid c***s like those two had to offer was the only life worth living.
She grabbed the phone with her green claws and dialed the number of her best friend, Beth. She had to tell her what happened.
The phone rang a good ten times. She was probably out cold.
"Mmmmmphmmf..who..who is it?"
"Beth, it's me Randy."
"Hi doll. What gives?"
Randy heard her yawn an
