Sun Mote Copse vine energy

The prod was all that was needed to send the unbalanced, uncoordinated, potato spud rolling on down back home to mama's belly. Like a magnet her lips found her place upon mama bear and she chowed down until she could eat no more. She could do nothing else really, useless little parasite that she was at this stage in her life... but for good measure, she broke some nauseating wind before she snored, mouth-on-tit; passed out as she was, milk seeping from the corners of her lips, she looked every bit the drunkard. 

maybe fader since Q has her eyes open!? WE WILL NOW NEED ANOTHER THREAD.