Chapter 5 third chapter

The long squeal of brakes woke me up.I was in the pile of canvas, and my body was much deeper than when I fell asleep. I was in a daze for a while, and it took me a while to figure out where I was. The train came to a shuddering halt, exhaling steam.Blackie, Bill and Grady got up and jumped out of the car without a word.After they left, Lao Luo limped over and bent down to poke me. "Come on, boy. Get out of the car before the men come to move the canvas, and I'll take you to Crazy Joe and see if he'll take you this morning." "Crazy Joe?" I sat up, my calves itching and my neck aching like it was going to go away.

"He's the head of the team. He's in charge of work horses, not show horses, and August won't let him touch them anyway. In fact, it's probably Marlene who isn't allowed to touch him, but it's the same thing, Marlene." Nah won't let you touch any horse. Go to Crazy Joe, at least there is some hope. We have encountered a few times in a row. " "Why do you call him Crazy Joe?" "I can't tell." Lao Luo said, he put his finger into his ear, and carefully examined what he picked out. "It seems to have squatted in Kuyao for a while, but I don't know the reason. According to me, you'd better not ask him." He wiped his fingers on his trousers twice, and wandered to the door.

"Okay, come on!" He looked back at me. "There's no time to waste!" He slowly moved to the door and carefully slid onto the gravel. I scratched my calves desperately, tied my shoelaces and followed. The train stopped at the edge of a large green grassland, and on the other side of the grassland stood a few brick houses sporadically. The outline of the houses was reflected in the dim light of the pre-dawn sky.Countless bearded and dirty men poured out like ants surrounding sugar and gathered around the train, cursing, stretching their waists, and lighting cigarettes.The ramps and chutes were dropped to the ground with a bang, and six or eight horses jumped out of nowhere, got off the carts side by side and lined up on the muddy ground.Horse after horse appeared, a huge, stubbed-tailed thud-dump down the ramp, snorting, panting, and already harnessed.The people on both sides put the double doors as close as possible to the sides of the ramp so that the horses would not get too close to the edge.

A group of people came towards us with their heads bowed. "Morning, Lao Luo." The leader said this when he came to us, and then climbed into the carriage, and the others followed suit.They surrounded a bundle of canvas, dragged it to the door, hummed and pushed the canvas hard for about half a meter, and the whole bundle fell to the ground in the dust. "Good morning, Will. Hey, do you have a cigarette for the old man?" Old Luo said. "Of course." The man stood up straight, patted his shirt pocket, and took out a bent cigarette, "It's a hand-rolled Durham Bull brand, sorry." He leaned forward to hand the cigarette.

"Rolling cigarettes are good enough. Thanks, Will, thank you so much," Lao Luo said. Will flicked his thumb at me, "Who's that?" "A rookie named Jacob Jankowski." Will looks at me, turns his head and spits out the door. "How much food?" He was still talking to Lao Luo. "I can't eat any more food." "Did you get him in the group?" "No." "Hey, good luck to you." He held up his hat to me. "Tighten your thong, boy, if you know." He disappeared into the car. "What does that mean?" I said, but Lao Luo had already raised his feet, and I trotted after him.

There are countless horses and dirty people mixed together at this moment.At first glance, the whole scene was just a word of "chaotic", but when Lao Luo lit his cigarette, dozens of groups of people and horses were ready to stop, walking along the flatbed truck, and pulling the caravan to the ramp.As soon as the front wheels of the wagon hit the wooden ramp, the man at the wheel scurried aside.It should be done this way, because the caravan is full of things, and after rolling down the ramp, it will rush three or four meters before stopping. In the morning light I see what I could not discern the night before.The caravans were bright red with gold rims, and the wheels were painted with a rising sun pattern, and each car was clearly marked "Benzini Brothers The World's Largest Circus".As soon as the wagons were chained up, the Percheron horses were harnessed and pulled the heavy wagons across the green pastures.

"Be careful," Lao Luo said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to his side.He pressed the hat with the other hand, and held the limp cigarette in his mouth. The three rode their horses at a gallop, turned suddenly and galloped to the other side of the grass, walked along the edge, and then turned back.The leader looked left and right, examining the ground astutely.He held both reins in one hand, and with the other he took the darts from a leather pouch and shot them to the ground one by one. "What is he doing?" I asked. "Marking the field," said Old Luo, stopping in front of a cattle car. "Joe! Hey, Joe!"

A head popped out of the door. "Here is a rookie who has just debuted, can you use him?" The man walked to the ramp, raised the brim of his hat with his three-fingered hand, looked me up and down, spit out a puddle of dark brown tobacco juice from the side of his mouth, and walked back to the carriage. Old Luo patted my arm happily, "You have been admitted, son." "Yes?" "Yes, now you go to shovel horse manure, I will come to you later." The cattle cars were horribly dirty.I work with an older kid named Charlie.His face is as smooth as a girl's, and his voice has not changed.After it felt like we had shoveled a cubic ton of manure, I stopped and looked at the rest, "How many horses did they stuff here?"

"Twenty-seven horses." "Wow, it must be so crowded that I can't move." "It's just to keep them immobile," said Charlie. "When they come up, the horses can't get down." I suddenly understood what the horse's ass I saw last night was all about. Joe appeared at the door, bellowing, "Flag up." Charlie dropped the shovel and started toward the door. "What's the matter, where are you going?" I said. "The kitchen flag is up." I shook my head and said, "Sorry, I still don't understand."

"Sacrifice to the Temple of the Five Viscera." I understand this sentence, and I also throw away the shovel. Canvas canopies have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, but the largest one is still lying flat on the ground, obviously it is the so-called big canopy.Men stood at the seams, bending over to string the canvas pieces together.The wooden piles stand along the center line one by one, and the national flag has been hoisted. With the rigging on the wooden piles, it looks like the deck and mast of a sailing ship. The eight-member sledgehammer team desperately laid down the boundary pillars around the entire tent. When one sledgehammer hit a boundary pillar, the other five sledgehammers were about to fall.

There are also several groups of people who are erecting huge wooden stakes.Charlie and I passed a group of ten men throwing their weight on a rope while another yelled, "Pull, shake, stop! Do it again—pull, shake, stop! OK, upright!" Cooking tents couldn't be easier to find.I don’t need the orange and blue flags, the boiler steaming behind me, or follow the crowd heading towards the cooking tent. The scent alone penetrates into my viscera like a cannonball.My stomach has been empty since the day before yesterday, and my stomach and intestines are so hungry that they are twisted into twisted rolls. The canopy of the kitchen was pulled up to facilitate ventilation, but a piece of cloth was used to divide the room into two halves.At one end there are tables with red and white checked tablecloths, silverware, and vases, and in front of the food warming table is a long winding queue of dirty men, and the two sides do not match at all. "Oh my god, that's so rich," I said to Charlie as we stood in line. There were hash browns, sausages, baskets of thick sliced ​​bread piled high.Hob-cut ham, eggs boiled in various ways, pots of jam, bowls of oranges. "What is this? Big Bertha has them all, and they have waiters, as long as you sit at the table, the food will be delivered to you." "Big Bertha?" "It's the Linling Brothers Circus," he said. "Have you done it over there?" "Well... no. But I know people who worked there!" He blushed. I picked up my plate and piled potatoes, eggs and sausages into a hill, trying not to show my gluttony.The aroma was overwhelming. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath. This is a delicacy from heaven, it is indeed a delicacy from heaven. Lao Luo appeared out of nowhere, "Come on, give this to that guy over there, it's at the back of the counter." He stuffed a food stamp into my free hand. The man was sitting in a folding chair, watching from under the brim of his fedora.I took out the food stamps, and he looked up at me with his arms tightly folded. "Which group?" he said. "What?" I said. "Which group are you in?" "Uh... don't know, I've been shoveling horse manure in the cattle car all morning." "Aren't you talking nonsense?" He still turned a blind eye to my food stamp. "It could be a show horse, a work horse, or an animal tent. Which one?" I didn't answer.I'm pretty sure Old Luo mentioned at least two, but don't remember the details. "If you don't know which group you're in, you're not in our group. Who are you?" "No problem, Ezra?" Old Luo said, coming behind me. "There's a problem. This bumpkin thinks he's smart and wants to sneak in for breakfast," Ezra said, spitting on the floor. "He's not a bumpkin. He's a rookie, and he's with me." Lao Luo said. "yes?" "yes." The man turned up the brim of his hat and looked at me carefully, from head to toe.He paused for a while before saying: "Okay, Lao Luo, since you want to cover him, I have nothing to worry about." He took away my food stamp, "Also, next time before he reveals the food stamp, You teach him how to talk without giving away, okay?" "Then which group am I in?" I asked, walking towards the table. "Hey, you can't sit here." Lao Luo took my arm, "These tables are not for people like us. Before you figure out the rules here, follow me closely." I followed him to the other side of the curtain, where there were tables end to end, bare wooden tables with salt and pepper shakers and no flowers. "Who is the other half sitting for, artist?" Lao Luo glared at me, "Oh my god, kid, if you're not familiar with insider words, just keep your mouth shut, okay?" He sat down, stuffed half a piece of bread into his mouth immediately, chewed for a while before looking at me, "Sit down, don't mutter in your heart, I just have to take care of you. You have met Ezra, he is just a gentle kitten Yes. Sit down." I watched him for a while before I walked to the bench, put down the plate, glanced at my feces-stained hands, and wiped my trousers. The dirt didn’t detract from it, and whatever. "What do you say in that jargon?" I finally asked. "They're called Jiao'er." Lao Luo said, his mouth full of half-chewed food, "You're in the workhorse team, for now." "Where are the horns?" "They're supposed to be here any minute. There's still two trains to go, and they're late sleepers and late risers, arriving just in time for breakfast. Speaking of which, don't you yell in their presence' Horn'ah." "What do you call it?" "Call them entertainers." "If you call them artists, don't they end up?" I said, with a trace of unhappiness seeping into my words. "They are them, we are us, and you are on our side. It doesn't matter, you will understand sooner or later." The whistle of the train came from afar. "Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here." "Is Uncle Ailan with them?" "Yeah, but don't think about it. We're gonna see him later. He's a toothache bear until the scene is set. Hey, how are you doing with Joe." ? Is it fun to shovel horse manure?" "I do not care." "Well, I think that's not all you can do. I told a friend about you." Lao Luo said, holding a piece of bread to suck the oil from the bottom of the plate, "Go to his side when you are full, he I will help you speak well to your superiors." "Then what am I going to do?" "No matter what he tells you to do, you have to do it, and I'm serious." He raised an eyebrow to emphasize his tone. Lao Luo's friend is small in stature, with a round belly and a voice like a bell.The sideshow where he presides is called Cecil.He looked at me and said that it was just right for me to do the errand in hand.Because I, Jimmy and Wade in the regiment are not ashamed in front of the villagers, so we have to stay on the edge of the crowd, and when he gives the signal, we will go forward and round people towards the entrance. The vaudeville was set up in the enclosure, and it was very busy there.On one side is a group of blacks hoisting the flag of a juggling venue, on the other side is a red and white striped food stand, and white men in white coats are clinking glasses full of lemonade into a pyramid shape, shouting .The air is filled with the aromas of popcorn, roasted peanuts, and a touch of animal pungent. Behind the ticket booth at the end of the arena is a huge tent with a motley assortment of animals in wooden boxes, including llamas, camels, zebras, monkeys, at least one polar bear and cage after cage of felines. Cecil was arguing with a black man over a flag of a huge fat woman, and two seconds later, Cecil slapped the black man on the head, "Hang up, boy! There's going to be a bunch of idiots crawling all over the ground in a second, and if they Without being able to see the wonder of Lucinda, how do we lure them in?" The whistle blew and everyone froze. "Open the door!" said a loud male voice. The world is in chaos.The people at the food stand hurriedly stood at the counter and took their places, tidyed up their things, smoothed their coats, and put on their hats.The niggers all slipped out of sight from under the canvas, leaving poor wretches who couldn't figure out what Lucinda's banner was about. "Hang up the damn flag and get out!" Cecil yelled.The man straightened the flag a little more, and ran away in a hurry. I turned my head, and a human wall gradually expanded towards us. The children laughed and laughed and took the lead, pulling their parents forward. Wade poked my side with his elbow, "Hey...do you want to see the animal tent?" "Look at what?" He tilted his head towards the animal tent between us and the big tent, "Since you came here, you have been stretching your neck to look around, do you want to take a peek?" "And what about him?" I said, rolling my eyes in Cecil's direction. "We came back before he came to us. Besides, there are not many guests, and we have nothing to do." Wade took me to the ticket booth.Four old guys sat on four red stands guarding the ticket booth, three of them ignored us, the fourth glanced at Wade and nodded. "Look, I'll be watching Cecil," Wade said. I peek inside.The animal canopy is huge, towering into the sky, and the long straight poles prop up the canopy from various angles.The canvas was stretched so tight it was almost transparent, and sunlight filtered through the canopy and seams, illuminating the largest candy stand.The stall stands in the middle of the animal tent, standing under the brilliant light, and the banners around it read, popcorn, custard. Two of the four canopy walls are brightly painted red and gold cages, the doors of which open to reveal lions, tigers, panthers, jaguars, bears, chimpanzees, spider monkeys, and even an orangutan behind iron bars .Camels, llamas, zebras, and horses stood between iron posts with low ropes attached to them.Two giraffes stand inside a chain link fence. Just as I was searching in vain for the elephant, I suddenly saw a woman.She looked like Kathleen, and I couldn't help but hold my breath, her face, her hair, and what I imagined would be the slender thighs of Kathleen's demure dress.She was standing in front of a row of black and white horses, wearing a pink sequined dress, pantyhose, and satin slippers, talking to a man in a top hat and tuxedo.She holds the muzzle of a white horse, a handsome Arabian with a silver mane and tail.She raised her hand to part a lock of hazel hair, adjusted the headdress, and then continued to reach up, smoothing the horse's forehead to the cheek, and holding the horse's ear, letting the ear slip out from between her fingers. Suddenly there was a loud crash, and I turned around to see that the door of the cage closest to me was slammed shut.Turning around again, the woman was staring at me.She frowned, as if trying to identify who I was.After a few seconds, it occurred to me that I should smile at her, or stop staring so much, or something, but I just couldn't.Finally, the man in the top hat put his hand on her shoulder, and she turned, but slowly and reluctantly.A few seconds later she sneaked another glance at me. Wade is back. "It's time to go." He said, slapping my palm between my two shoulder blades, "The show is about to begin." "Uncles! Aunts! There are still twenty-five minutes until the circus show starts! Twenty-five minutes! It's still early, first come and meet the strange people we have collected from all over the world, including wonderful, rare, including You will be shocked, and you will still have time to pick a good seat in the tent after watching it! There is still a lot of time to see strange, natural monsters, amazing performances! Folks, elders, the most dazzling show in the world Right here! The number one person in the world, I'm telling the truth!" Cecil strutted and gestured exaggeratedly on the platform by the entrance to the arena.About fifty people stood loosely under the stage, absent-minded, not so much listening as stopping temporarily. "Come, come, come and see beautiful, plump and lovely Lucinda, she is the most beautiful fat woman on earth, she is unparalleled in the world and the world's most round 400 kg fat beauty! Ladies and gentlemen Come to see the ostrich man, feed him anything, he can swallow it and return it to you intact, try it! You can give me your wallet and watch, and the light bulb is not a problem! Guaranteed not to be troubled, guaranteed to spit it out and return it to you You! Don't miss Frank Otto, the most tattooed man in the world, who was caught in the darkest jungle of Borneo and tried for a crime he didn't commit, and his punishment? Hey, Ladies and gentlemen, his punishment is all tattooed on his body, and the ink will never wash off!" The crowd was a little crowded, and I heard interest.Jimmy, Wade and I mingled in the back of the crowd. "Okay." Cecil said, looking left and right, fingers on his lips, blinking ridiculously, so exaggerated that the corners of his mouth turned towards his eyes.He raised his hand and asked everyone to be quiet. "Now, I have to say sorry to the ladies and gentlemen. Next, I will introduce a show that only men can enter. Only men! In order to be considerate of the ladies and ladies present, I will only say the following introduction, gentlemen, If you're a hot blooded American, if you've got manly blood in your veins, this is a show you can't miss. Follow that guy, right there, over there, follow him, he's gonna take you The show I went to watch is absolutely wonderful, absolutely bold, I assure you—” He stopped, closed his eyes, raised one hand, shook his head in self-blame, and then continued: "I can't say, for the sake of dignity, and for the sake of the ladies present, I can't continue the introduction. I can't say any more, All I can say is, gentlemen, you mustn't miss it! Just give this guy a quarter and he'll take you to the show in no time. You won't remember you paid your quarter, you'll always You will enjoy talking about the performances you see for a lifetime, for a lifetime." Cecil stood up straight, flattened the plaid vest, tucked the hem of the shirt into his trousers with both hands, and with a humble expression, pointed to an entrance on the other side with great motion. "Miss, please go over there. We have also prepared performances and strange characters that suit the feminine nature of a woman. A gentleman will never forget to take care of a lady, especially a beautiful lady like you." He smiled at this point Get up and close your eyes.The women in the crowd watched nervously as the man left. A tug-of-war began.A woman grabbed her husband's sleeve firmly with one hand and beat him violently with the other.His facial features were tangled, and he frowned, dodging his wife's offensive.He managed to break free from his wife, straightened his collar, and reprimanded his sullen wife.He proudly went to pay the twenty-five cents, and someone clucked like a hen in admiration.Laughter spread through the crowd. The rest of the women probably didn't want to make a fool of themselves in public, so they watched the man slip away reluctantly and went to line up.Seeing this, Cecil stepped off the podium.He is caring, courteous, and gently takes the conversation to pleasant topics. He touched his left earlobe.Unknowingly, I nudged forward and the women moved toward Cecil, and I felt like a collie. "Please come here, everyone. I want to show you things you have never seen before, including rare, special, and unimaginable, and you can tell others when you go to church this Sunday, and you can also talk to grandpa and grandma. Talk about it at the dinner table. Definitely family fun with your little ones though. Check out the horse with the head over the ass! Ladies, it's not a lie, its tail is over the head Seeing is believing. When you go back and tell your husband, maybe he will regret not staying with the beautiful lady. Yes, my dear, they will regret it." At this time, I was surrounded by people.The men all disappeared without a trace, and I moved with the crowd, with the faithful, women and children, and other Americans without blood. A horse with the head on the butt side is not a lie, that is, the horse is driven into the corral with the buttocks inward so that the horse's tail is on the side of the hay basket. "It's exaggerated," said a woman. "Well, I really didn't expect it." Another woman said, but most of them let out a sigh of relief. After all, if the horse with the head on the side of the butt is nothing, then the performances that men go to can have How eclectic? There was a scuffle outside the tent. "Fucking bastard! You're absolutely right, I want my money back. You think I'll pay twenty-five cents to see a garter? Hot-blooded Americans you say, huh, I'm hot-blooded Americans Damn, give me back the money!" "Excuse me, ma'am," I said, slipping between the two women in front of me. "Hello, sir! Why are you in such a hurry?" "Sorry, sorry," I said, pushing my way through the crowd. Cecil was confronting a man with a red face and thick neck.The man leaned forward, put his hands on Cecil's chest and pushed him.The crowd parted and Cecil bumped into his striped podium.The crowd closed up again, standing on tiptoes just watching the excitement. I rushed out, and the man swung his fist and hit me.Seeing that he was only two or three centimeters away from hitting Cecil's jaw, my fist was abruptly stopped by me.I grabbed his neck with one hand and dragged him back.He cursed and grabbed my forearm.I tightened my strength until my tesuji pressed against his windpipe, half-dragged him out of the arena, and knocked him to the ground.He lay in the dust and smoke, gasping for breath, stroking his throat. Within a few seconds, two men in suits came over like the wind, took his arms and pulled him up, and brought the man who was still coughing to the town.They supported him, patted him on the back, and murmured cheers for him.They straightened his hat, and it was amazing that it never fell off the floor. "Good job. Well done, come on, they'll take over from behind," Wade said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Who are they?" I said, inspecting the long scratches oozing blood on my forearms. "Lawyer. They'll appease him, please him, and save him trouble." He turned to the crowd, clapped his hands loudly, and rubbed them together. The crowd was still reluctant to leave.The figure of the man and the two lawyers disappeared behind a red brick building, and they began to disperse slowly, but they still turned their heads from time to time unwillingly, for fear of missing the good show. Jimmy pushed past the stragglers. "Hey, Cecil wants to see you," he said. He took me to the back where Cecil was sitting on the edge of a folding chair, legs stretched out, shoes covered with boots.His face was flushed with sweat, and he fanned himself with a program sheet, and with the other hand, he patted and felt in various pockets. Finally, he reached into his vest and pulled out a flat, square wine bottle. He opened his lips and pulled out the bottle with his teeth. Stopped, spit aside, raised the bottle.Then he caught a glimpse of me. He stared at me for a moment, the bottle resting on his lips.He put down the wine bottle, put it on his round belly, tapped his fingers on the belly, and looked at me. "You did a good job just now," he finally said. "Thank you for the compliment, sir." "Where did you learn those moves?" "I don't know, football team, school, and dealing with cows who don't want to be castrated." He looked at me for a while longer, still beating his belly with his fingers, and pouted. "Did Lao Luo finalize the job for you?" "No, no, sir." Another long silence.His eyes narrowed to a slit. "Do you know how to keep your mouth shut?" "Know." He took a sip of wine and his eyes returned to normal. "Well, good." He nodded slowly. I was behind a tent on the far edge of the venue in the evening while the actors were entertaining the audience in the big tent.This tent is much smaller, and there is a row of luggage vans in front of it. The visitors are all by word of mouth, and the entrance fee is fifty cents.The inside of the canopy was dim, and a string of red light bulbs cast warm light, and the woman on the stage lightly untied her blouse in an orderly manner. My errand is to maintain order, and from time to time I slap the surface of the tent with an iron bar. It is good to scare peepers away. It would be even better if I could scare them so that they would simply come to the tent door and pay 50 cents to enter. .What I had seen earlier at the vaudeville scene was unassuming, but I couldn't help thinking that this canopy's performance would please that afternoon's angry guest. There are twelve rows of folding chairs, and there are no empty seats.The bootleg was passed from one person to the next, and everyone gulped down, reluctant to take their eyes off the stage. The person on stage was a statuesque redhead with impossibly long eyelashes and a beauty spot on her full red lips.Her long legs, round hips, and admirable breasts were all that remained of her thong, a shimmering sheer shawl, and a flowing bodice.She twisted her shoulders in response to the music, matching perfectly with the small group of musicians to her right. She took a few steps and slipped across the stage in feathered heels.When the snare drum sounded, she stood still and opened her mouth to pretend to be surprised.She threw her head back, exposing her neck, and slid her hands into the bra, leaning forward and kneading until the tits stiffened. I scanned the canopy wall, and a pair of shoe toes appeared under the canvas.I walked to the front of the pair of shoes next to the tent wall, and raised the iron bar to hit the canvas. There was a muffled sound outside, and the shoes disappeared in response.I listened with my ear to the seam of the canvas, then returned to my post. The redhead swayed to the music, stroking the shawl with her shiny nails.The shawl was woven of gold or silver thread, and it shimmered as it played back and forth over her shoulders.She bent down suddenly, her head was thrown back, and her whole body was trembling. The men shouted, and two or three stood up and shook their fists to help.I glanced at Cecil, who had a cold look in his eyes, beckoning me to keep an eye on them. The girl straightened her waist, turned and strode to the center of the stage, her shawl twitched between her legs, rubbing against her private parts.The audience moaned as she made a huge turn and continued to twitch the shawl right at us, rubbing her pussy so tight that even the tiny slits were visible. "Take it off, baby! Take it off!" The drumming grew louder, and more than half the crowd was already on their feet.Cecil raised a hand to beckon me forward, and I moved closer to the folding chair, guarding. The shawl is thrown to the ground, and the girl turns her back on us again.She shook her head, shaking her hair undulating on her shoulder blades, and reached out to unhook the bra.The audience cheered.She stopped, turned to look at the audience, blinked, pulled the straps off her shoulders provocatively, then threw away the bra, turned to face the audience, her hands still folded on her chest.Protests erupted one after another. "Oh, come on, Honey, show off!" She shook her head and pouted sheepishly. "Oh, please! I paid fifty cents!" She shook her head, blinking furiously at the floor.Suddenly, she opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and let go of her arms. The proud twin peaks fell down, stopped suddenly, and then swayed slightly, but she herself did not move a bit. The audience gasped at the same time, and there was no sound in the admiration, and it took a while for the house to burst into applause. "Good job!" "God has mercy!" "Show!" She touched herself lightly, rubbing, caressing, kneading the nipple with her fingertips, staring at the man with seductive eyes, and licking her upper lip with her tongue. The drum sounded, and her thumb and forefinger tightly pinched the already stiff nipples, and pulled up one side of the nipple until the nipples faced midair, and the shape of the whole nipple changed.Then let go and let the tits drop suddenly, almost jumping wildly.She kept her fingers pinching the nipple and pulled the other tit in the same way.The two tits just played in turn, faster and faster, pulling, releasing, pulling, releasing, when the drums subsided, and the trombone came on stage, her hands were already blurred with speed, and the waves of breasts were churning and rolling. The man kept applauding. "Oh yeah!" "Wonderful, baby! Wonderful!" "Praise the Lord!" The drums came again.She folded her waist and leaned forward, shaking her breasts.The tits are so heavy and hang down so low that they stretch at least thirty centimeters long, and the bottoms are big and round, as if each holds a grapefruit. She twisted her shoulders, moving one side first, then the other, allowing her breasts to swing in opposite directions.The speed is gradually increasing, and the swing is getting bigger and bigger. The more intense, the longer the tits will be stretched.Soon, the two tits were touching in the center, and the snap was audible. gosh.Even if there was a gang fight, I wouldn't know it.There is not a drop of blood left in my head. The girl stood up straight, bowed to salute, stood up straight again, held up a tit, raised it to her lips, walked the tip of her tongue around the nipple, and then put it in her mouth, just stood there and sucked it shamelessly, the men waved The waving of hats, the punching of fists, all shouted like wild animals.She let go of her fabulous breast, twisted it, and blew a kiss downstage.She stooped to pick up the sheer shawl and left the stage, raising her arms so the shawl fluttered behind her in shimmering ribbons. "Okay, everyone," said Cecil, clapping his hands, and climbing the steps to the stage. "Let's give Barbara a big round of applause!" The men cheered, whistled, and clapped their hands up. "That's right, this lady is amazing, isn't she the one who built it? Tonight, all the auspicious stars are shining. After she steps down, she is willing to let a few gentlemen be the guests of the curtain. If you miss today, you won't miss it. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a supreme honor. She One in ten thousand, our Barbara is one in ten thousand." The men made their way toward the exit, patting each other on the back, already remembering bits and pieces. "Did you see those tits?" "Wow, it's so beautiful. As long as I can touch it, I'll give it anything I want." Fortunately, nothing went wrong, otherwise I would have struggled even to control myself.This is the first time I've seen a woman naked and I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

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