Her pants don’t budge. “Are you even trying back there? Perhaps I need someone with a little more strength to help me out. Maybe I’ll ask one of my daughters” Cherry pestered in annoyance. Seeing this as an afront to your manhood, you furrowed your brow and clenched onto the waist of the pants with both hands. Will all your might you hoisted your arms upward, your muscles aching from the strain as sweat dripped from your forehead. The pain was only an afterthought once you saw the fabric of Cherry’s pants stretch over the remaining surface of her cheeks, plastering itself to her form like glue. Success, you had bested the beast that was your girlfriend’s mother’s rump! Or so you had thought. All that pulling had thrown Cherry off balance. With all that weight condensed on her backside, she began to tip backward, right on top of you. A thunderous crash echoed throughout the room as you landed flat on your back onto a chair, with the battle-weary fabric you were struggling with soon landing on top of you, accompanied by an enormous weight and an unbearable stench. How did you two land?
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