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A few years ago I was taking a disgusting E dump at a co-ed washroom at the annual Bal en Blanc (White Party) in Montreal. Most horrendous bowel movement because the several E's gave me gut-rot that night. Anyway, I was using the toilet doing the number 2 when I heard two girls come into the stall next to mine.
Long story short, I could hear lots of moaning going on after a few minutes of listening in. The pervert in me decided to pop my head over for a little peeping tom after my dump. Was in total heaven when 2 beautiful stripper-like girls shed their angelic costumes and were stark naked. It was just amazing watching 2 girls go at it, as one girl was performing cunnilingus on the other. Only got to watch for like 10-15 seconds in fear of getting caught. The best dump of my life. Amazing things always seem to happen to me in Montreal. 
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Paul: Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
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