Page 1 of 8 It was a bleak morning on the Scottish moor, rain fell down on the two campers like a heap of shit. Both Marx and Engles were experienced campers but the weather faired too much and they retreated to the confines of their plebeian tent. The dynamic duo
Page 2 of 8 were busy discussing the complicated nature of tax returns whilst drinking vodka and listening to tchaikovsky's 1812 overture. The temperature beagn to rise profusely in the socialist abode, without a word, Engles whisked off his briefs, Marx was visibly
Page 3 of 8 shaken by Engles' anarchic clothlessness.
"whatever is the matter comrade?" Engles asked.
"Forgive me, my friend, but your sudden absence of clothes has given me an awful fright" Marx remarked.
"My apologies karl but I am terribly warm
Page 4 of 8 in this tent".
Marx was now aware of the balmy temperature that radiated from the old Soviet lamp, he removed the old buggered shirt that had seen him through the years of debating with his fellow peers. Marx's nipples were fully erect, who knew what laid
Page 5 of 8 behind his baggy kilt at this point. Engles gave a stare of satisfaction at the bear chest of Marx, it was hairy like dog or a fat Scottish woman. A bulge emerged out of the flaccid worm lke creature that was Engles' genitals, Marx stared down in
Page 6 of 8 disbelief, he felt a tingling sensation rush through his body and as a result, became erect himslef. However Marx's penis was a mere stump in the presence of Engles' fleshy nozzle. Marx kneeled towards Engles, his throbbing cock in one hand and an old
Page 7 of 8 industrial lubricant in the other.
"No" Engles exclaimed.
"Use my mouth" He added. Marx's penis was engulfed by the forest of Engles' enormous beard.
They continued to make passionate, communist love for 2 hours and 4 minutes.
Page 8 of 8 They finished up and laid together, Marx clasped by Engles' arms. Then, a hellbeast ate them.
