Brady Bunch w/o Oliver

Greg's at it again

One day Greg was working at the butcher shop with Sam (the butcher) when he caught a glimpse of the cleaver that was sticking out from the under side of the cash register. He knew at that moment that this was the cleaver that he longed for. This was his big chance to lift the cleaver from the butcher shop. While Sam was in the back sorting his meat, Greg cleverly snuck up to the front of the store and approached the cleaver. His eyes were glowing red with desire; the cleaver was but a mere arms length away. Just as Greg reached out his bony arm toward the cleaver, Sam stumbled out of the freezing cold meat locker. His teeth were chattering and he had tiny little icecicles hanging from the end of his moustache. The frigidness of his body became instantly hot when he spied Greg reaching for the cleaver. He quietly snuck back into the freezing cold meat locker and picked up a frozen chunk of mutton that was frozen solid as a rock. He spied Greg holding the cleaver in his hands, caressing it ever so gently. Greg knew that this tool would be his first class ticket to heaven. Sam lifted the 400 pound chunk of solidified flesh high over his head and slammed it on the Back of Greg's Head. This did not hurt Greg at all; it merely angered him. He charged at Sam with the cleaver in his trembling hands and thrust the sharp end of it into Sam's Left Eye. Coincidentally, Little Cindy walked in to the butcher shop just as this little bout started. She sat and watched in amazement as the man and Greg fought to the finish. Blood was spattered everywhere which aroused Cindy, sexually. She spread her legs and began rubbing her slit and mound. She gently pulled on her tender vulva and jerked on her little clit. Just at the point of Cindy's orgasm, Greg stood up from behind the counter and roared like a victorious lion; he had defeated his enemy and acquired the desired cleaver. This excited Cindy even more and she had a second orgasm immediately afterward.