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LET'S DO IT - ON THE WAY HOME
Summer evening hot,
Clothes stuck to what we've got.
Both giggling drunk we were
As I walked home with her.
I coaxed her, bit by bit,
Till she said, "Let's do it."
"No-one round here will see
What you can do with me!"
Led me into a wood
Far from our neighbourhood.
Round my neck her arms flung,
For moment our lips clung.
Onto each breast I pressed;
In response, she undressed,
While I kissed round her neck,
Besides the flowing beck.
She flung off her T-shirt
And unbelted her skirt.
I took my trousers down,
Boy, did we go to town!
Down both our panties went,
Her bra I groundward sent.
I nuzzled her bared tits,
Raising some laughter fits.
Then I got on my knees;
While she stood, I did please
With my tongue and my lips,
Face heading to her hips
I kissed my way down south,
Towards her nether mouth.
I pulled her to the ground.
She did not make a sound
Except for her low moans,
Then more ecstatic tones
As I moved fore-and-aft
With my connecting shaft.
I felt her get more hot
When I'd hit the G-spot,
On the grass we both came,
While I weighed down her frame.
In the beck we washed up
The sweat, juice from our tup.
Clothes stuck to what we've got.
Both giggling drunk we were
As I walked home with her.
I coaxed her, bit by bit,
Till she said, "Let's do it."
"No-one round here will see
What you can do with me!"
Led me into a wood
Far from our neighbourhood.
Round my neck her arms flung,
For moment our lips clung.
Onto each breast I pressed;
In response, she undressed,
While I kissed round her neck,
Besides the flowing beck.
She flung off her T-shirt
And unbelted her skirt.
I took my trousers down,
Boy, did we go to town!
Down both our panties went,
Her bra I groundward sent.
I nuzzled her bared tits,
Raising some laughter fits.
Then I got on my knees;
While she stood, I did please
With my tongue and my lips,
Face heading to her hips
I kissed my way down south,
Towards her nether mouth.
I pulled her to the ground.
She did not make a sound
Except for her low moans,
Then more ecstatic tones
As I moved fore-and-aft
With my connecting shaft.
I felt her get more hot
When I'd hit the G-spot,
On the grass we both came,
While I weighed down her frame.
In the beck we washed up
The sweat, juice from our tup.
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