Inside an abandoned church in saggy old granny tits, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me saggy old granny tits for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “saggy old granny tits, hail saggy old granny tits, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “saggy old granny tits, saggy old granny tits, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “saggy old granny tits” prayers.