Could we write a line each?
BBQ would be lovely right now
Fortunately when we invited them to join in they declined
Roses are red
The boys feel rejected
Oh dear, never mind
I sense ardour detected
Shall I flash some thigh
A flirty glance to win
But aimed at whom?
I think we know it’s Lynn
But dont feel bad
You boys are sweet
And all in time time
We may still meet
Hold that thought
And not your member
As after the Girl Pile
I may be tender
And as Lynn forewarns
Keep your Social Distance
This virus will spread
With little resistance
MOUTH
My orgasms usually take hours
Fortunately the neighbours were used to the bed collapsing under the strain
First they had decide if it appeared to be worth the effort.
poor donkey was no more.....
Doesn’t our replies prove we are communicating?
Now that really is the question, don’t you think?
Roses are red
You’ve made me blush
Such sexy images
Have given me a rush
There is no doubt
Lynn knows her stuff
I can’t wait to taste
Her sweet moist muff
Boys take note
These are OUR play times
So just sit back
And dream up rhymes
I’m sure it’s hard
But you will cope
No way tonight
Will you get a poke
“Hello Donkey” Come and neigh
Feather like touches igniting feelings
Netflix steals all my time
Shouldn’t we start at the beginning and not the end?
Is the juicy part the best place to start?
Body tingles at the touch of agile fingers
the sting of the belt......
Fortunately I was there to nurse your leg and care for your every need