Back in the little shed while visiting England and I have several balloons already blown up, ready and willing to be played with and popped of course. The long curvy balloons sure give me more bang for the buck as each of them I twist and I fold and I make squeaky noises before I sink my teeth into each bulge making it a pop and me smile genuinely. I use my barefeet to pull and tug and burst others. I then use my thighs to squeeze another, making them stretch and expand. Making the neck go in and out just like you and I enjoy. I scissor the balloons between my knees, hoping I can make it po...

Back in the little shed while visiting England and I have several balloons already blown up, ready and willing to be played with and popped of course. The long curvy balloons sure give me more bang for the buck as each of them I twist and I fold and I make squeaky noises before I sink my teeth into each bulge making it a pop and me smile genuinely. I use my barefeet to pull and tug and burst others. I then use my thighs to squeeze another, making them stretch and expand. Making the neck go in and out just like you and I enjoy. I scissor the balloons between my knees, hoping I can make it pop without using my fingernails. I get inventive as I wrap a long balloon around my ankles knowing it won't keep me put but it is fun to try to pop it in a little different way. But of course I continue to use my teeth fearlessly. I twist them. I bite them and pop them. What a great day in this little shack in the UK. The more I bite to pop these suckers the more small shards remain in my mouth as I must remove them from my tongue many times. I then discover some deflated balloons but they don't want to cooperate with me. To end this lovely fun popping time in the shack, I blow up a German flag printed balloon with a little story included. I blow it up and tie it off right before the neck starts to expand and I decide to end it with a big bite to pop for both our pleasure.