Roscoe

 

Timmy heard the familiar rustling of the covers as Roscoe got on the bed to wake him up.  He rolled over to “give kisses” good morning.  Timmy laughed as Roscoe’s tongue danced across his face.  “Stop it boy,” he giggled, as he playfully pushed Roscoe away.  But today, Roscoe was wanting more than a taste.  As boa constrictors are wont to do, he wrapped his powerful loins around Timmy’s neck and stretched his gaping jaw over Timmy’s head. 

 

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