ONCE UPON A TIME, A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND BUSTY YOUNG LADY DIED UNEXPECTEDLY. AT THE FUNERAL, THESE ARE WHAT SOME YOUNG MEN WERE HEARD SAYING: ONE SAID, "SO YOU MEAN SHE WILL BE BURIED WITH ALL THAT FRESH AND SUCCULENT RIPE BREASTS OF HERS? MY REGRET IS THAT I WAS UNABLE TO TOUCH AND SUCKLE THEM BEFORE SHE DIED. WHAT A WASTE!" ANOTHER ONE SAID, "MY OWN REGRET IS THAT I COULDN'T KISS THOSE HER ROSSY LIPS. WHAT A WASTE!" ANOTHER ONE SAID, "MY OWN REGRET IS THAT I WAS UNABLE TO TOUCH AND HOLD THOSE HILLY, LARGE, SOFT, AND ROLLING BUTTOCKS OF HERS. WHAT A WASTE! ANOTHER SAID, "I REALLY BLAME MYSELF FOR NOT BE ABLE TO OPEN HER ENGINE ROOM. DESPITE THAT WE LIVE IN THE SAME COMPOUND. WHAT A WASTE!" AND A CERTAIN ELDERLY WOMAN WHO OVERHEARD THEIR CONVERSATIONS SAID, "GENERATION OF VIPERS, IT IS NOT TOO LATE. THIS IS EVEN THE IDEAL TIME FOR YOU TO DO ALL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN NURSING IN YOUR MINDS. SHE IS ALL YOURS! SHE WILL NO LONGER COMPLAIN OR PROTEST. GO ON AND DO YOUR BIDDINGS!"
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