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Netflix tonight! The man of the house said She said "Lets watch a chick flick"   But he wasn't having that. "Let's watch Brando it's a classic" was his next idea, Last Tango in Paris! Have you never seen it my dear? They sat together watching with smart price popcorn and cheap wine Then came the scene where the old boy grabbed the butter and suddenly it was all in the gutter Engrosed and engorged or a mix of the two, he shouted get some butter, "I'll try that with you" It looked fun at first till she got to his fridge She opend the door and no butter could she see. Smart price lard was all that was there, this wasn't Chester oh what a mess We have none she said in a voice of relief And headed for bed without a buttered rear seat Half an hour later then came the shock The cook came to bed with dripping on his **** Naked and ****** and wanting a bunk She fled the bedroom before he could mount In a nighty like a wigwam caught in the breeze and her funbags unbridled Down to her knees She screamed to the neighbours he's trying to **** me with a lard coverd **** and an oversize belly The police came quick, just like he did They couldn't stop laughing at his melted dipstick Take him away the Sgt said That's the last Tango in Noctorum He'll have with her!!
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
Last tango in Noctorum
Netflix tonight! The man of the house said She said "Lets watch a chick flick"   But he wasn't having that. "Let's watch Brando it's a classic" was his next idea, Last Tango in Paris! Have you never seen it my dear? They sat together watching with smart price popcorn and cheap wine Then came the scene where the old boy grabbed the butter and suddenly it was all in the gutter Engrosed and engorged or a mix of the two, he shouted get some butter, "I'll try that with you" It looked fun at first till she got to his fridge She opend the door and no butter could she see. Smart price lard was all that was there, this wasn't Chester oh what a mess We have none she said in a voice of relief And headed for bed without a buttered rear seat Half an hour later then came the shock The cook came to bed with dripping on his **** Naked and ****** and wanting a bunk She fled the bedroom before he could mount In a nighty like a wigwam caught in the breeze and her funbags unbridled Down to her knees She screamed to the neighbours he's trying to **** me with a lard coverd **** and an oversize belly The police came quick, just like he did They couldn't stop laughing at his melted dipstick Take him away the Sgt said That's the last Tango in Noctorum He'll have with her!!
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
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