Turbo Twist Canada

          What is a Canadian? We take so many things on face value.
  Are they just a pretty face and tight butt? Where did they come up with
  the name Canada? Is it French for cute in tights? Muzzy had pondered
  these fundamental questions for several minutes. When a group of debutant
  Canadian girls asked him for a ride in his amphibian pickup truck.
  He quickly opened the passenger door and let them into the camper on the
  back of his flatbed. They were excited to see a box of waffles and maple syrup.
  The three maids devoured the plate of waffles.

          "May I ask why you come to Maine, when Canada is so beautiful ?"
  Muzzy queried. The Canadians giggled, "We need to migrate here where
  we were hatched by Doctor Kananga. He made us from swans and a human
  mother Lidya."  Muzzy nodded his head in agreement, "Oh yes I read about that
  on the internet. Your entire nation is a lab experiment for swan genetic enhancement.
  But, I never believed such science actually existed."

          "Oh, it does. That's why we're so slender and supple." one Canadian girl
  answered and showed her down feathers over her mound.
  "Fascinating. So, are you wearing wigs too?" Muzzy queried. The girls shyly
  removed their wigs revealing their feathered heads. "Good God! This is amazing!
  May I see you entirely without clothes?" Muzzy pressed on. The Canadian girls
  giggled and removed their tights and t-shirts. They had wings and spread them
  with a great span and sigh of relief. "Oh, Mr. Muzzy it feels so good to be free of
  our tights. May we mate with you?" a Canadian girl asked sweetly.

        Muzzy quickly stripped with a great arousal. The Canadians flapped their feathers
  about him and squatted pushing out several eggs. "Now quickly place your seed on
  our eggs so they may hatch." the three maids said. Muzzy was stunned with disappointment
  as he fertilized each egg. "Can we have any intercourse?" he whimpered.
  "Oh, yes ... we were playing with you. Swans must have intercourse too." the Canadian
  girls giggled and gathered up their eggs into their backpacks. Muzzy enjoyed their
  feathered mounds with much gusto and flapping wings. "Canadian women must find
  full blooded American men to keep their children strong" one of the Canadian girls
  explained as she squatted on Muzzy's arousal.

        And so the migration of Canadian women was completed for another season.
  And Muzzy ate a stack of waffles soaked with maple syrup. Yummy!


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