I was 11 and she was 84
And her tits sagged down to the floor
But truth is stranger than fiction
And she grabbed my hand and rubbed it on her muff
Dry
Like sandpaper
But slowly she came to life and my pecker it grew
Her eyes sparkled and from my horn came the dew
"Sonny I'm going to show you how we did it 30s style..."
They did fuck in them days
Thats for sure
And I had my groovin Granny writhing on the floor
Came like Mae West; thrashing all round the place.
Then she removed her falsies and gummed me pecker
Sweet dear thing she was.
Thank you lord, that's all I wanna say.
For the pleasure of my old lady root;
I have seen the light of your ways.
I'm a Perv
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DOCTOR_BENWAY
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What a filthy little animal! God knows, I could have saved the filthy little beast if only he was rushed to my Recreational Psychiatry unit! Too late, too late. You may be amazed to learn that I saved your national leader when he started to seem very strange. You can take mother-loving too far I believe. I regret that now. But at the time... Anyway, filthy little moral degenerates can be saved, and can become perfectly normal dysfunctional leaders and exemplars of what is usually, and laughably, called social values. |
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Jesus Trev! Led up the path. L-E-D as in being led, not L-E-A-D the metal. No fucking wonder you didn't get a root! Let's look at PATH link next! - P. Dantic |
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