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She was stark naked I could see her **** And her boyfriend had Quite the **** on him. His meat should have Made him quite proud And the lady’s **** For crying out loud Were perky and prominent And quite nice to see. Both of them seemed To be pointing at me. And I seemed to be Eagerly pointing back. They both very obviously Aware of that one fact. She smiled openly And the guy broadly winked. I started asking myself “Do you think? He did wink!” So, I winked and smiled And let them see my bone And hoped this meant I Would not be alone. I hoped they’d invite me To sit on their beach towel To slather sunscreen on them Like a human mortar trowel. There are not many things There are few better for me Than hot mixed couples Into some fun bisexuality. I have games for both kinds And genders of human beings All based on the stimulus Of what I’m feeling and seeing. Generally a single man Is not lucky at this scene A common concept that I Always found to be quite mean. I understand about jealousy, An emotion foreign to me So, I usually keep my distance And behave circumspectly. But when I get the go-ahead I never hesitate very long. How could something this good Be considered bad or wrong?
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
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She was stark naked I could see her **** And her boyfriend had Quite the **** on him. His meat should have Made him quite proud And the lady’s **** For crying out loud Were perky and prominent And quite nice to see. Both of them seemed To be pointing at me. And I seemed to be Eagerly pointing back. They both very obviously Aware of that one fact. She smiled openly And the guy broadly winked. I started asking myself “Do you think? He did wink!” So, I winked and smiled And let them see my bone And hoped this meant I Would not be alone. I hoped they’d invite me To sit on their beach towel To slather sunscreen on them Like a human mortar trowel. There are not many things There are few better for me Than hot mixed couples Into some fun bisexuality. I have games for both kinds And genders of human beings All based on the stimulus Of what I’m feeling and seeing. Generally a single man Is not lucky at this scene A common concept that I Always found to be quite mean. I understand about jealousy, An emotion foreign to me So, I usually keep my distance And behave circumspectly. But when I get the go-ahead I never hesitate very long. How could something this good Be considered bad or wrong?
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
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