reminds me of what Ashlee said the first time I dipped my shlong into her now gaping vulva. I believe I was playing a flamenco version of "Don't Cry for me Argentina" on the guitar at the time. Unfortunately, I had to dispose of that guitar, as Ashlee's orgasm was so explosive that her secret juices melted right through the neck and strings of the guitar. Ashlee's never felt such hulking manhood as mine. I guarantee it.