. with a bottle of gin ‘Cos St Peter won’t let ... no spirits inOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... on water skis ‘Cos the angels don’t ... li...e those hairy kneesOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... with powder and paint ‘Cos it makes you look ... like what you ain’tOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... in a strapless gown ‘Cos a strapless gown ... might fall right down”There were many more verses than I’ve listed here. Eventually, Fred strummed a final chord, and rested the guitar.Once we had got our. I saw no reason for untoward merriment as Doctor White was certainly no mysogynist. If he was fortunate enough to find such a voluptuous companion, jolly good luck to them both!‘Good morning, boys!’ said the young minx with a saucy smile. ‘As you heard your headmaster tell you, it is now time for women to be given their fair chance at showing their artistic prowess. Over there you will see that on the raised platform in front of the blackboard I have set up my easel. On the floor be my pencils. As the night progressed she steadily got more and more drunk everyone thought it was very amussing as she clearly didn't drink very often.It got to a point where I decided she'd had enough and told her to say her goodnights as I'd give her a lift on my way home.She did and we wandered out to the car park.As I was driving she began to talk about her Christianity.She was jolly but not smashed so it was quite interesting to talk to her.When I got to her house she asked if I'd like to come in for a. She spread her legs wide, lifting herself up to grind her hips and coax me into shoving harder and faster up her butt."Nice," she said, surrendering as she nuzzled my face. "I can't help it... I can't help it. I'm just bad--I'm anally fixated... Oh, please do me up the ass, Mick... please? Will you?"I slid my finger out of April's rear. She gasped as I did. I took hold of her panties and pulled them off her cheeks, sliding them down her legs. April lifted her legs and let me pull off the.