Sandy Cheeks Sayings Novels & Stories

He stared at it for a while before he looked up to Sandra's face and said, "Um...angel. You got some little mess on your....uh......." Sandra notice he couldn't finish what he wanted to say. Sylvester doesn't want to say breast, boobs or anything along these lines. Sandra decided to do as if She had no idea of what he was trying to tell her. "I mess? Where, Daddy?" Sandra asked, using the term of endearment. "You should be aware. You have a mess on your, uh,...chest." He replied, and Sandra looked down, acting surprised when she saw the syrup.

Susan pouted her mouth and pinched both of his cheeks. And at that moment, she looked really gorgeous. “Off course, silly …I can recognize your voice anywhere even if you try to hide it. Please next time don’t say the words “Talk to me, it is your phrase. I have heard it so many times than I can count “

I said while smiling and Sandra took one look at me and let go of him. “One more bullshit about ending this or end of that and I’ll cut your throat,” Sandra said with a warning. “Thank you, my fair lady, and for you Sandra, you wait on the run we shall meet and the final victory will be mine, and plus do you know that you have been wearing one sock and it has been like this for a whole day and every time I look at your feet, I have been losing my mind laughing, you sis are hilarious and stinky,” He said massaging his finger while smiling.

Holly asked as a red handprint appeared on Sandy's right ass cheek. "Yes!" Sandy almost hollered back. Holly brought her other hand down on her friend's left ass cheek, with another echoing smack! Sandy flinched again, but didn't jump as much as the surprising first time. She hung her head between her outstretched arms, and let out another low growl as she moved her ass back and forth under the falling water. Was she trying to get the hot water to sooth her abused ass cheeks, or did it enhance the sting for her?

She ducked a laugh "May I remind you, what that would mean to my father when I tell him how much of an ass you have been to his precious daughter?" "Do you need to be told twice to figure you are an ass?" Sandy bickered, picking up her cup of coffee which she sipped bitchily. "Oops, that slipped" she touched her lips dramatically, sarcasing dripping smoothly. The bitch glare could only be compared to a furnace. If only her eyes were a dagger, then my dear friend would be dead meat. Footsteps approached from the stairs before the bearer came in causing me to recollect I haven't seen Nora since last night.

she asked, with her back still turned to me. "Do you know you are very beautiful, Sandra?" I asked sincerely. "You already made me believe I am not, so quit deceiving me. I am not like those girls you play with. I am the ugly duckling in this case." she replied abruptly, rolling her eyes in a funny way. I sighed heavily, what I said to Sandra some weeks back when she came to our room was absolutely not true. I was just being mean, I don't mean those words I said. Seems like those words were affecting her.

He sighed nonchalantly. Sandra could feel her bike rising. 'Such a dick!' She thought and rolled her eyes. "Well Sir, that was a long time ago, and honestly. don't think your dick, Jesus." She pressed her hand to her mouth. "That is not what I meant to say. I meant to say I don't think you're hot anymore." Sandra smiled and he nodded. "Have you read that part of the Bible that says; Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks?" Mason asked.

"I'm getting soft in my old age." Sandy laughed. "I doubt that. A couple of bad asses like us can have a soft moment now and then." She cocked her head and offered Karla a shit-eating grin. "So, you have this rule. Does that mean you and your sister have never tag-teamed a man before? Seems like that might be just a little hot." "In a back hills sort of way."

The man doesn't know the struggles of obtaining clear skin. "Guys, this is Boraxip," Sandra said with a smile of her own, looking up at the man, who had had his eyes on her all along. "Hi Borax!" my mom and Ginger said at the same time, with a sickly sweet voice. They burst out laughing, while we all looked at them weirdly. "I'm sorry." My mom stood up. "Hi Borax, I believe I've met you before," she said, walking over.

Chris drawled, feeling his pulse quicken and his heart racing. "You sound so happy, what's the secret?" Sandra asked from the other end and Chris could swear she grinned while asking that. "Who won't be excited speaking with an angel like you?" "Aw, you flatter me," Sandra flushed deep shades of red as her cheeks shone like tomatoes. "Someone is blushing," Chris chuckled. "And who said I am?" She giggled. "I know you're, you got a very sweet voice, cutie." "Thanks for the compliments, Chris."