Bloody Typhoid:  ::Chichi walked into the kitchen and sat down, brushing her hair idly, seemingly oblivious to Goku for the time being, taking this time to primp and groom her raven locks while crossing one shapely, slender leg over the other, wiggling her firm, plump ass:: <br />
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Bloody Typhoid:  ::a lingering aroma seemed to hang over her; it smelled faintly of sweet &amp; sour pork...she still had not taken notice of Goku's presence yet, as she concentrated on her hair and little else:: Humph