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Starring tittie matriarch, June Humper and wee wee warrior, Henry Humper in: *quot;Wee Wee Camp: Rainy Day Humpers*quot; Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
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*quot;Holy shit, Grandma!*quot; Henry Humper called out, jumping slightly as the next loud clap of thunder reverberated throughout the house where the 18-year-old Henry was spending the summer visiting his maternal grandparents. *quot;That's the loudest one yet. Shit, that lightning is really fucking scary. It looks like it just hit a tree out in the field over there.*quot;
*quot;I know, Henry,*quot; his attractive and very busty grandmother replied, walking over to where he stood looking out the window, her bodacious breasts bobbing and swinging with every step, her ample ass sashaying sensuously from side to side. *quot;Will you just look at that rain? It's torrential! I guess we won't be able to go to the carnival after all, Henry. At least not while it's still storming.*quot;
*quot;Damn, now what will we do?*quot; Henry inquired anxiously, disappointed that their plans were going to have to change even as his young eyes still darted over her bustline, held in precariously by her cartoon- sized bra.
*quot;And I know you were so looking forward to that fucking carnival with the crazy clowns, the cotton candy, ferris wheels and fucking tilt-a- whirls and all that fun motherfucking shit. It sort of takes me back to my teenaged years, when I would suck off the tickettaker and get in an amusement park for free. Of course, that's when going to an amusement park was a lot fucking cheaper and one blow job would suffice. It would probably take at least three washes these days. Inflation, you know,*quot; June explained, a faraway look in her shimmering beautiful eyes as she adjusted the straps on her strong and very sturdy brassiere that held weight and girth so overwhelming that it brought horror to many unsuspecting fuckers that she encountered. *quot;I guess we could play some kind of fucking board game or something. That can be fun on a rainy day.*quot;
*quot;I guess so,*quot; replied Henry, his lips puckering into a childishly petulant pout as he looked for the moment like the `tittie baby' who so frequently sucked June's ever-willing tits. *quot;Damn, why did it have to fucking rain? I really wanted to see those big monster titties of yours in the House of Fun mirrors.*quot;
*quot;Oh, Henry,*quot; cooed his grandmother, the sexy sexagenarian with the gorgeously gargantuan gazongas. *quot;We can make our own fun, don't you think? Ward and I still have a ton of old board games in the cupboard in the dining room. Some of them even belonged to your mom when she was a little girl. Why don't we go and take a look at what's there? Come on, Henry. Stop fucking pouting. It will be fun, honest.*quot;
*quot;Oh, all right,*quot; Henry finally acquiesced, his disappointment due to the sudden change in plans still evident on his boyishly handsome face and the sadness at the thought of the big-boobied vixen not being able to suck him off atop the ferris wheel. *quot;We could play Scrabble, if you have it, Nana. I like that game.*quot;
*quot;Of course I have Scrabble, baby,*quot; June said consolingly, understanding his disappointment, which was as intense as her own, considering that she had wanted to see what her pert protruberances and his lengthy pee pee pole looked like side by side in the fucked up mirrors that the fun house contained. But for today, it was not meant to be. *quot;I'll go get the game, poopsie. It'll be fucking fun, sweetie. Trust me. Nana knows best, Henry. Be right back.*quot;
*quot;Fucking shit!*quot; Henry cursed to himself, imagining her wacky watermelon mams stretched out in a surrealistic reflection as he planted his whopper of a wee wee between them. *quot;No freaky carnival knockers today. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I guess we are going to revert to some Ozzie and Harriet bourgeois entertainment.*quot; He watched as his stacked to the ceiling grandma headed for the closet down the hall.
Moving back to the window while he waited for his grandmother to return with the game, Henry watched the rain come down in torrents, flattening the flowers in June's garden with its force, but was soon jolted from his reverie when she walked back into the room carrying the box that contained the Scrabble game, and also carrying each of her 25 pound pouches of flesh. *quot;Here it is, Henry. It was right on top, so I didn't have to do any digging for it. Now set up that card table and we can start playing. I love Scrabble. Ward and I haven't played in a long time, more's the pity. If he isn't busy with the farm, he's down at the local community college trying to entice some attractive junior with large jugs into sucking his wee wee. I don't mind too much though, tee hee. If it weren't for his crazy fucking hobbies, he'd be underfoot all the time, driving me fucking crazy.*quot;
*quot;Okay, table is all set, Nana,*quot; Henry told her, opening a second folding chair and putting it on the opposite side of the table from the first one he had placed to seat his bosomy relative's wide round fanny. *quot;Now sit your big ol' ass down, Grandma Big Tits.*quot;
*quot;Good boy, Henry,*quot; his amorous manavgat escort 60-year-old beloved-boobied granny told him with a smile as she took a chair across from the seat that Henry had chosen. *quot;See? This is going to be as much fun as I had fornicating with the best man before my wedding. Tee hee.*quot;
Soon they had the board set up and each had the correct amount of letters.
*quot;Shit, Grandma! I don't have any good fucking letters! I can't even spell 'cat' with these motherfuckers!*quot;
*quot;Well, then it must be my lucky fucking day then!*quot; June Humper whooped, her bra-encased bobbling boobahs a-rattling as she reached for her own letters. *quot;Cause I've got all kinds of good fucking letters! Check out this word, motherfucker!*quot;
*quot;Fuck! I hate rainy days! Go ahead and put the fucker on the board then,*quot; Henry pouted, speaking in a whiny voice as he eyed her cleavage.
*quot;Henry, sometimes you can be such a fucking whiny little tittie baby,*quot; June told him in an annoyed tone of voice, her tittie baby's chosen set of suck toys wiggling discreetly. *quot;I can't help it that the word got a triple score, now can I? Now, you must have something you can play.*quot;
*quot;This game fucking sucks!*quot; Henry responded, knocking the wooden letters off of the rack he had placed them on, the letter T nailing June in the right breast. *quot;I never was very good at Scrabble. Mom was a teacher, so of course she always beat me. She always made it up to me though, with a nice boobieclench, or a tug at the very least.*quot; Raising his face to look at June hopefully, she ignored his words and began to pack up the game.
*quot;All right, no Scrabble. Now what? How about Monopoly? Can you play THAT without fucking whining, Henry?*quot;
*quot;Sure, let's play Monopoly. That's a great game. Can I be the banker? Please?*quot;
*quot;Yes, if you'll quit being a tittie baby, Henry. Can I help it if I happened to get lucky and had the letters to spell 'BIG FUCKER'? You are being a spoilsport,*quot; June told him with a harumph, her chest bobbing almost imperceptibly, her two former milkholders slightly sauntering as she walked away and then finally returned with the Monopoly game and slapped it down on the table with a slight bit of aggravation evident in her mannerisms. *quot;But you set up the board. I have to adjust my fucking bra again. Holy fuck, it just seems like these two soldiers just won't stay fucking put sometimes. All they do is bob and weave. Tee hee.*quot;
*quot;I'm the banker! I'm the fucking banker! I feel like a Freemason or some shit!*quot; Henry exclaimed, looking still further down June's low cut green blouse as he leaned forward to open the box.
Henry spread out the Monopoly board and counted out the amount of money that each of them were to start with. He also put out the Community Chest cards and the Chance cards, then looked through the playing tokens.
*quot;Which one do you want, Nana?*quot; he inquired politely, offering her the first choice, hoping beyond hope that she would bend completely over so that he could eyeball her balls of boobery in their bra cups before the game started.
*quot;Hmmm, I kind of like the wheelbarrow,*quot; June replied, reaching out with her expertly manicured fingers to pick it up and examine it more closely, making her creamy cleavage rattle and vibrate. *quot;Yes, I think I'll go with the wheelbarrow.*quot;
*quot;Hey, good choice, Big Tits,*quot; Henry whooped excitedly, loving his view of her jumbo juggers. *quot;Cause you may need a fucking wheelbarrow in a few years to carry around those big as hell titties of yours.*quot;
*quot;Why, Henry Humper!*quot; June shrieked in mock annoyance, reaching out and swatting her grandson playfully on the shoulder. *quot;Don't you be making fucking jokes about my big boobies.*quot;
*quot;Ha ha ha!*quot; Henry laughed, envisioning the hilarious scenario of his grandmother with her 50 pound puppies down around her knees at 75 and a massive wheelbarrow supporting her juggies as she carted them around. *quot;It's just a funny fucking visual, Granny.*quot;
*quot;Yes, very fucking funny, Long Dong,*quot; June returned with a shake of her head and a jolt of her famous funbags. *quot;Now you pick a playing piece, you funny fucker.*quot;
*quot;Okay, okay,*quot; her overly endowed grandson answered, his view of her overgrown globes much better than it had been now that his grandma was leaning over towards the board. *quot;I guess I'll pick the dog.*quot;
*quot;Good choice, Henry,*quot; June laughed, almost sorry that her two identically audacious assets were stuck beneath her triple K hooter- holder. *quot;Because if you keep this up, you're going to be in the dog house, tee hee hee. Now come on. Who goes first? Oh, I know. The one who rolls the highest!*quot;
Taking the two die in her hand, she shook them rapidly, her mams shaking just as rapidly, before letting go, watching anxiously as they flew across the board, finally coming to rest on the edge of the card table.
*quot;Damn, I got a six and a five, Henry. Beat that, good fucker!*quot;
*quot;Shit, no fucking fair,*quot; Henry whined, grabbing the die and shaking them reluctantly, manavgat escort bayan annoyed that nothing seemed to be going his way. *quot;Holy fucking shit, will you look at that? Ha ha fucking ha! I rolled two fucking sixes. Read 'em and weep, Big Tits. Yes! I am the fucking man! Yeehaw!*quot;
*quot;Oh, Henry, you are so silly sometimes,*quot; June replied, shaking her head, and in doing so, her big knockers as well.
Thirty minutes later.........
*quot;Fuck this shit!*quot; Henry cursed, grabbing his dog playing piece from off the board and throwing it to the floor, hating the beating he was taking from his grandmother and her two protruding distractions. *quot;You got the hotels all over my fucking property! This game is bullshit! It's not a bit of fun! Fuck it!*quot;
*quot;Oh, for fuck's sake, Henry. Don't be that way,*quot; June scolded him, leaning over so far at this point that Henry could see clear down the front of her top, her creamy acres of cleavage wholly visible to him as she sat in an exposed position in her chair. *quot;I mean, you can't win everything.*quot;
*quot;I know, Grandma. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a sore loser. This is just no fucking fun. Now I remember why I have always loathed rainy days. Even as a kid, I had to watch that fucking cardigan- wearing fruit talk about neighbors and shit when I couldn't go outside and play. Isn't there something else to do?*quot;
*quot;Gosh, Henry,*quot; June said solemnly, somewhat stunned by her teenaged grandson's petulant behavior. *quot;I really can't believe that you're being such a big fucking crybaby over all of this, sweetheart. Good fucking grief. It's just a fucking game. No need to get all bent out of shape. Now, I'm willing to do whatever you'd like to do, since this is your vacation. Any suggestions?*quot;
*quot;Well, I guess we could watch television,*quot; Henry said sulkily, moping again, still smarting somewhat over his grandmother's hurtful but true words and now yearning for the comfort that her grandmotherly nurturing boobies could bring. *quot;Do you have a fucking TV Guide handy?*quot;

*quot;Oh, never mind the damn TV Guide, Henry,*quot; said the carnival-chested June Humper, genuinely beginning to lose her patience with him. *quot;Just grab the fucking remote and start fucking clicking. You're bound to find something that we can both agree to watch. Why don't you see what's on A