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Ms Moore

Ms Moore

Tags: summer, frolics,
In Guildford's sweet hills, her grasses I lay.
The summer was golden, a beautiful day.
I was reading a book that I had not read before.
When I first laid my eyes on the lovely Miss Moore.

She was wearing a skirt the colour of night,
her hair was all flowing, a wonderful sight
and when she bent down to lock her car door,
I first glanced the calf of the sexy Miss Moore.

She lay down close by and unbuttoned her blouse,
just her top three buttons, but enough to arouse.
I wonder what other flesh you’ve in store.
You have made me rather erect now Miss Moore!

She glanced up at me and gave me a smile.
Her face was divine, was made to beguile.
I now felt as hard as the hammer of Thor.
She’s stopped me from standing, you vixen, Miss Moore!

She glanced at my crotch and sucked on a finger.
Her tongue licked the tip and started to linger.
I needed to take off the clothes that she wore.
My minx and my harpy, the nubile Miss Moore.

I walked on over and offered my name.
She smiled at me wryly and offered the same.
She then pulled me down next to her on the floor
and kissed me then fully, my brazen Miss Moore.

We ran to her car, and jumped in the back.
Her bottom so pert, it demanded a smack.
Not once, twice or three times, we did it but four.
We fucked there, like bunnies, delightful Miss Moore.

Three years have gone by since that brazen encounter.
Since then I have plenty more chances to mount her.
We got married you see, and its not like before, 
I had a few up ‘til then, but I love my missus more.

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