*with a loud, thundering, echoing gulp, Linda dissapeared from the face of the earth.  Angelina rubbed the massive dome of her stomach, looking at the remains of her shirt* Well, fuck...  *she looked down at her breasts as they sat on her domed stomach* She slips out of her shoes, which were causing her severe pain.  she sat down, and opened the front button of her jean shorts, breathing a sigh of relief. She pulls then down past her rump. She placed her hands over the struggling Linda* mmm.... LInda... you were divine... *she begins to massage her Dinner's breasts*