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pillow
Guest
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY MINDY.
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MINDY,
mindy
thought morrissey ,
''if only mindy were here to relieve my sexual tension,
but its just me, morrissey. alone as usual.
lord, im so frustrated tonight!
i could just about screw a whole choir.''
he thinks about mindy,
the time she took him behind a disused railway line.
she had given him something,
he had never forgotten.
his hands crept lower as he thought about it,
whispering between the cool sheets,
caressing his chest and stomach,
down further,
the feeling takes him unawares,
and he realises,
that he is touching himself.
and it feels good.
''mindy'' he thinks again,
''i wish i could give this to you''
that night...
it had been raining. the railway line was slick and greasy,the hard bricks of the wall dug into his back.
mindy was there,
pushing him against it,
shoving him,
he had writhed and moaned when she stuck her hand down the front of his jeans,
rising up to meet her,
and he had squealed like a schoolgirl,
when she roughly pulled his trousers down round his knobbly white knees,
and the rain ran down his thighs,
and her mouth had been warm,
steamy in the autumn air,
''STOP IT MINDY!IM GOING TO...
but it had been too late,
just as it was now,
lying in this double bed,
feeling the rising tension in his naked and sweating body,
delicious spasms,
growing inside him,
his sticky hands moving under the covers,
faster and faster,
thinking of mindy,
wanting only to feel her finger up his ass again,
BANG!
the door bursts open,
its mindy,
holding a courgette,
and wearing nothing but a smile.
she leaps onto the bed,
tearing off the covers,
morrissey is reeling in shock,
but to excited to be ashamed of himself.
he spreads his legs apart,
wide to recieve,
as mindy fills his alley way,
with vegetable goodness,
''MINDY, OOOH MINDY,MINDY YOU BETTER SLOW DOW...''
BANG!
the door[yet again]
its that annoying servant,
mr improper,
he arrives just in time to see morrissey,
contorted in orgasm,
shooting his load into mindys eye,
and he drops his tray on the floor.
KLANG!
hob-nobs everywhere.
what a romance killer.
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MINDY,
mindy
thought morrissey ,
''if only mindy were here to relieve my sexual tension,
but its just me, morrissey. alone as usual.
lord, im so frustrated tonight!
i could just about screw a whole choir.''
he thinks about mindy,
the time she took him behind a disused railway line.
she had given him something,
he had never forgotten.
his hands crept lower as he thought about it,
whispering between the cool sheets,
caressing his chest and stomach,
down further,
the feeling takes him unawares,
and he realises,
that he is touching himself.
and it feels good.
''mindy'' he thinks again,
''i wish i could give this to you''
that night...
it had been raining. the railway line was slick and greasy,the hard bricks of the wall dug into his back.
mindy was there,
pushing him against it,
shoving him,
he had writhed and moaned when she stuck her hand down the front of his jeans,
rising up to meet her,
and he had squealed like a schoolgirl,
when she roughly pulled his trousers down round his knobbly white knees,
and the rain ran down his thighs,
and her mouth had been warm,
steamy in the autumn air,
''STOP IT MINDY!IM GOING TO...
but it had been too late,
just as it was now,
lying in this double bed,
feeling the rising tension in his naked and sweating body,
delicious spasms,
growing inside him,
his sticky hands moving under the covers,
faster and faster,
thinking of mindy,
wanting only to feel her finger up his ass again,
BANG!
the door bursts open,
its mindy,
holding a courgette,
and wearing nothing but a smile.
she leaps onto the bed,
tearing off the covers,
morrissey is reeling in shock,
but to excited to be ashamed of himself.
he spreads his legs apart,
wide to recieve,
as mindy fills his alley way,
with vegetable goodness,
''MINDY, OOOH MINDY,MINDY YOU BETTER SLOW DOW...''
BANG!
the door[yet again]
its that annoying servant,
mr improper,
he arrives just in time to see morrissey,
contorted in orgasm,
shooting his load into mindys eye,
and he drops his tray on the floor.
KLANG!
hob-nobs everywhere.
what a romance killer.
