If any woman could present a compelling case for lung rot, it's Heather. Just the other day she came over to watch TV, but instead took off her clothes quite casually and lit up. It was a sight to behold watching her strip naked during the presidential debates. That lively ass arch, those sexy feet. That lean ascetic face and those bubble gum lips making love to harsh nicotine. Yeah, Heather knew what she was doing alright. Her sexual vibe loosened the molars and rattled the eyeballs. And our cock, on the verge of blowing a load across the room into Obama's pocket hankie, couldn't stand it any longer. We just had to ask her for a light.