And as soarin looked fondly at the item of his affection, the apple of his eye, whos curves tantalize him to no ends,he lifted his love to his bed, and layed his love on it before him, and giving no hesitation, he digs straight in, slurping, enjoying every last moment of this passion, it wasnt long untill soarin's desire wained, and eventually he finished, and with a dopey smile, he said only this- "best, apple pie, ever"
