Before we got boring and all scientific, we used to have much cuter names for things. Take, for example, the common bat - which we can see flying over Nicole as she lays herself out on this sunset lawn. Once upon a time, we called a bat a flittermouse. Isnt that nice? Nicoles a bit of a flittermouse too, her hands fluttering almost constantly between her mouth and her sex, dipping into each again and again as she searches for her nectared snack.
