Erin Wakefield probably goes by a different name today. I'm not sure what it is - it could be anything. It be great, it could be unfortunate. It could be Erica America.
Whatever it is, it's not what she was called when a presumably impressive specimen of oily male genitalia gyrated around her face while her female companions dribbled Slippery Nipples over each other. Back then, she was called Erin Wakefield and she was a blushing bride to be, getting annihilated on her bachelorette party.
I wasn't present at her bachelorette party as I am a bloke of the un-oiled variety, making it strictly forbidden, plus I have no idea who she actually is so my attendance would have eventually been a matter for the police. Despite the lack of invitation I still managed to get hold of one of the souvenir T-shirts she and her female cohorts were wearing for the outing thanks to my good friends over at Custom Ink.
OK, so this tee didn't actually make it to the outing; it was a test print made for the batch that Erin had enlisted Custom Ink to create. But still, it clearly dictates that Erin Wakefield's Bachelorette Extravaganza took place in Nashville this year and that a muscular gent with a love heart for a crotch would be making an appearance.
On an unrelated note, I've been met by a number of sideways glances on my travels today and I suspect it may have something to do with this bright purple lady garment...
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