The secretary in our place, who has massive jugs and is super hot, especially when she takes off her glasses and lets her hair down, and is a highly empowered, melanated, foreign woman with a PhD who also still prays sometimes, told me that she wants a spit roast, involving me and my clone, so it wouldn't even be gay (which would be against her religious principles, and she proves that you can be religious and highly *cough* integrated)... so we went back to my house and enjoyed BBQ roast lamb, prawns and chicken in the back garden. No pork, obviously.
And then I woke up and ate my weetabix. Then decided to post my fantasy on here like it's real.