"ooh..oooo... ss...sweet goooodddess... ttthe pain" stammered
the fried Frau. Her two toasted teats took to trembling, as the
dazed Nazi bitch reached to succor super suckle sacs- scarred
but healing quickly and magically. "Yy.. yyou bastard," growled
the angry ashen-appled abomination. She took two dizzy steps
backwards and held ontightly to her tits, still hurting her as they
healed. Supermangrinned, remembering something his great
grandfather had told him about wmen. "The baddest ones
usually have nice cans. When they git to be'in ornery, try
whackin' em rught in the whoppers, see how they take it. If they
don'tnotice, run like hell. If they start staggerin' around all
drunkin lookin and drool on them big tittles, keep whackin them
wtermelons my boy."

What do you do now?

	Flog that fine fat frau flesh
	Fraulein is quite upset, but clearly dazed and helpless

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