Oh...god! Tiffany froze in her steps. Wombles! No woman could withstand their lust or their need to make good use of the things that they find--things that the everyday folks leave behind. Shrieking in fear as they leaped out, Tiffany looked this way and that hoping to find some avenue of escape.
Managing to rouse herself to action, Tiffany broke into a run with three males fast behind her. Looking back, she had no way of knowing Great Uncle Bulgaria was blocking her path ahead. Too late! She ran smack into his heavy girth, falling flat on her ass.
"Ohhh.....!" she moaned attempting to sit up. She felt a furry foot pressing down upon her chest.
"And just where d'ya think you're goin' Pretty?" the rather short man-critter asked as he stared down at her. Tiffany tried to move...to pull her skirt back down...anything to keep their eyes from seeing her tasty wares! Was there no one to save her?
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