Holding her fox tail, Robin had an idea.
She pulled a kitchen knife. “I’ve had it!”
She winced thrusting the blade. “It’s not like your bear tail, John! This thing dominates my ass!”
Robin lifted her jeans. “There! I’ve invented the tail hole!”
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