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ok it was a heated race, and man I mean it was broiling, a 100 meter dash turned into a 400 meter relay we barely stopped to strip, but our feet were like a thousand feet away requiring two hands that really wanted to be otherwise occupied, so to busy to remove when we were good, when we were done, our dark socks were looking at us, like a couple of two eyed voyeurs eww, she said, I hate forgetting to take them off replied with this poem, earning me a snack of a smack on the head replied by chasing my screaming ny woman throughout the entire house, my choice weapon, puppet hands inside my smelliest, yes, those insane black socks by god, she was fast, till she hid in the shower, and trapped, in our laughter, we did not come out for one hour not the end
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
making love with our (black) socks on
ok it was a heated race, and man I mean it was broiling, a 100 meter dash turned into a 400 meter relay we barely stopped to strip, but our feet were like a thousand feet away requiring two hands that really wanted to be otherwise occupied, so to busy to remove when we were good, when we were done, our dark socks were looking at us, like a couple of two eyed voyeurs eww, she said, I hate forgetting to take them off replied with this poem, earning me a snack of a smack on the head replied by chasing my screaming ny woman throughout the entire house, my choice weapon, puppet hands inside my smelliest, yes, those insane black socks by god, she was fast, till she hid in the shower, and trapped, in our laughter, we did not come out for one hour not the end
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
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