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mirror,mirror on the wall

Mirror, mirror in the hall...

He was seventeen and naked in front
Of the big mirror in the hall,
Thought of girls he knew and of girls
He wished to meet and soon his member
Was so stiff he could use it as a hook to hang
His bath towel on.
A revue of naked girls flashed through his brain, even his
Neighbour’s wife she must have been over forty,
They all wanted him in different positions  
He masturbated furiously and he heard the girls
Screaming in pleasure when he ejaculated.
He hurriedly cleaned the mirror, in case his
Mother thought he had spat on it
(How naive did he think she was?)
On the way out to meet his friends
He met the neighbour’s wife in the hall, she smiled at him
And his face took the colour of purple.
Written by oskar
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