”I once knew a very queer lassWho had a triangular ass.Now it might sound absurdBut the shape of her turdWas a stately pyramidal mass!A thrifty old ...an named McEwenInquired, “Why bother with screwing?It’s safer and cleanerTo finger your weiner,And besides you can see what you’re doing.”There was a young lady of WorcesterWho complained that so many men goosed her.So over her caperShe laid some sandpaperNow they goose her much less than they used ter.A habit obscene and unsavoryHolds the Bishop. The wicked witch was swaying her shoulders, grinding them into the carpet, enjoying this sudden and unexpected pleasure. She pulled her right arm through the strap of her dress and then her left. She then pulled the top of her dress over her breasts, rather large breasts I may add but still contained by a heavy bra. Next she arched her back and proceeded to undo the clasp of her bra, brought the straps from around her back and threw it to one side. This exposed those full, round bosoms, huge. Njangalude bath room olakondu marachathanu athinu kathakum illa, ammayum chechiyumokke kulikkumpol njan ariyatha bhavathil akathekku chellumayirunnu Ennittu kulikku vayirunno, eluppam kuli enikkum kulikkanam ennu paranju thirichu porumayirunnu atrayum nerathil njan thudayum maru mokke olinju nokki kanumayirunnu. Njan kochanayathukondu arum onnum parangilla. Angane divasangal poyappol njan ente andiyude valarchayum ariyan thudangi, ratriyil urakkam unarumpol ente andi moothu nilkkumayirunnu.. My hands reached around to the zipper on her dress and slowly lowered it down while our eyes were locked. Leaning down, my lips found hers, just lightly brushing at first as her dress slipped from her shoulders and down her body. I could feel some scaring on her back and she flinched slightly when my hands touched them.Apologizing to her, as our lips were still gently touching I told her "That I still will treat her as the same lady that I knew before and could help her to get them fixed if she.