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Mrs. Robinson *Re*
(Knock!, Knock!, Knock!)
The door swings open
A vision of a beautiful woman captures me
Between those looks and that seductive grin
I was left wandering into the unknown
No matter what came after, this is the moment that soothes
Greeting her with a hello
I sell myself as the local repairman
Telling her if she’s ever in need to call me
Her husband in the background; he doesn’t seem too pleased
But I see her eyes and they say everything without saying anything
Her mouth saying she’ll keep that in mind
I get a call; she wants me over for some chores
Agreeing, thinking it’s only innocent
Walking in to find her alone in a rather slinky dress
She sips on coffee while watching me as I work
The day turns to night
Ending with flirts and wine drinking
A hazy feeling so I may have rushed
Laying my hand on her thigh, she didn’t mind it
I smiled as she poured me another glass
“Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Just shut up and kiss me!”
Making out like horny teenagers
With hands searching body parts
Clothes fall down as I push her against the wall
Our hands gripping one another in the air
Kissing full lips, down to her neck till I meet erect nipples
Never heard stop so I kept on sucking
My inner beast throws her to the bed
With legs spread I eat sweet peach
Hands griping her backside as I drink
My lengthy part now big and hard
I slide myself inside as she lets out a gasp
Her pent up warmth flows with passion
I thrust back and forth, slow then fast
Laying my head against her head, I bite down on her earlobe
Deeper and harder, harder and deeper
My member fills her insides as we both climax…
Never again would this moment be mentioned
When I come over for the repairs
She quickly turns her head toward her husband’s eyes
Kissing and hugging him as if we never happened
Though sometimes when she’s in the garden
Me making my rounds from house to house
She looks up, giving me a wink
I wave to her and say
“Morning Mrs. Robinson!”
The door swings open
A vision of a beautiful woman captures me
Between those looks and that seductive grin
I was left wandering into the unknown
No matter what came after, this is the moment that soothes
Greeting her with a hello
I sell myself as the local repairman
Telling her if she’s ever in need to call me
Her husband in the background; he doesn’t seem too pleased
But I see her eyes and they say everything without saying anything
Her mouth saying she’ll keep that in mind
I get a call; she wants me over for some chores
Agreeing, thinking it’s only innocent
Walking in to find her alone in a rather slinky dress
She sips on coffee while watching me as I work
The day turns to night
Ending with flirts and wine drinking
A hazy feeling so I may have rushed
Laying my hand on her thigh, she didn’t mind it
I smiled as she poured me another glass
“Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Just shut up and kiss me!”
Making out like horny teenagers
With hands searching body parts
Clothes fall down as I push her against the wall
Our hands gripping one another in the air
Kissing full lips, down to her neck till I meet erect nipples
Never heard stop so I kept on sucking
My inner beast throws her to the bed
With legs spread I eat sweet peach
Hands griping her backside as I drink
My lengthy part now big and hard
I slide myself inside as she lets out a gasp
Her pent up warmth flows with passion
I thrust back and forth, slow then fast
Laying my head against her head, I bite down on her earlobe
Deeper and harder, harder and deeper
My member fills her insides as we both climax…
Never again would this moment be mentioned
When I come over for the repairs
She quickly turns her head toward her husband’s eyes
Kissing and hugging him as if we never happened
Though sometimes when she’s in the garden
Me making my rounds from house to house
She looks up, giving me a wink
I wave to her and say
“Morning Mrs. Robinson!”
Published 17th Nov 2015
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