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Sunday Best

(A friend's confession)

"Today I'm coming for her: I'll undress
My Sunday best - she watches flesh revealed;
I hope the open cup bra will impress
And that the crotch-less thong means my fate's sealed;
Just like my lips, when she leans down to kiss
This naughty little scamp, who'd fantasise
That I'll be blessed with all the lustful bliss
A serving girl can find between plump thighs;
Mature women enjoy my softer touch
This youthful slut who loves to kiss and tease
The well-waxed mound of mistress; my delux
Delight: �I'll lick her sex down on my knees
Where I am naked for her; she'll prefer
Me quite undressed before I come for her.".