Ol chatter mouth is at it again! His hands are clenched and his dick is erect. He got full whole big gaps tween each tooth and even tho he's 82, gotta be held back by two men with swords. All em got lil boots spurs and lil curly witch toes and they're tryin to keep chatta face from wreckin it all!
"Come inside my coat", chadda coos to the little kiddies at play.
He isn't even wearing a coat! Maybe that's why he's chatterin!
"Come into the big gaps inside my mouth and between my teeth and I will make a bed for you out of plaque n shit! I git so riled up when I see all the kiddies playing and having FUN!" he calls to no one in partic.
Spurs 1 and 2 are still holding his feeble little bone arms back and trying to pull him over to the bench to empty his pee bag which has been dragging in the dirt and overflowing all day. It even smells like pee! All of it! Everywhere we go!
"That's it!," cries Spur 1 (Larry), "I'm a gonna pop it!"
He sticks his lil sword tip into the bag and with a pop the urine rushes out in a putrid river of old man pee filth. The children scurry up and begin lapping at it like russian sobakas.
Three of them then jump inside his coat, one into a gap between his molar and an old rotten infectd wisdom tooth, long forgotten.
"CHCHCHATTER!"
