jason turner closed his eyes and tried to not notice the soppy mound below him. Tried to picture himself in a happy place; on his knees in a circle of squirting dudes

"circle of squirting dudes" he whispered to himself, as his longtime fatty friend eased his tiny bean into her heaving mess of poon.

he threw up his dinner of ikea meatballs and lingonberry sauce all over her hot tits, before breaking down into a shuddering heap of baby bitchery on the floor.

it took years for jason turner to forget that afternoon in the chik-fil-a employee break lounge.