The Hitchhiker

Betty Sue:  Hey there, Big Daddy!  Care to give a little lost country girl a ride?
Harry:  Why sure, Little Mama.  Hop on in!
Betty Sue:  Ma name's Betty Sue.  Surely happy to meet cha!  Watcha call yerself?
Harry:  Why, Lil Lady, just call me Mr. Kawkso.
Betty Sue:  Aw.  What's ya first name Mr. Kawkso? I wanna getta know ya, fella.  I'd do ya a faver fer a ride!
Harry:  Sounds like a deal, Honey Pie.  Just call me Harry.  Harry Kawkso.
Betty Sue:  Gotcha, Baby.  Wait a minute!
Harry:  What, L'il Lady?
Betty Sue:  I had a sexy caller the other day on ma here phone down dare at ma shack.  Said his name was, uh, Cockso Hairy!  Was dat you dare, big fella?
Harry: Uh, why, uh, naw, course not!
Betty Sue:  Don't chew go blushin' on me, sugar pie!  I'd know dat dare sexy voice anywhere!
Harry:  Uh, well.  Did ja like dat dare, L'il Mama?
Betty Sue:  Why, yes.  I wuz feelin' unda ma panies da whole time we was talkin'.
Harry:  Oh, yeah?  Wut color were dos panies dare?
Betty Sue:  Why, ya don't remember, Mr. Kawkso?
Harry:  Uh, sure I do . . . but, uh . . .
Betty Sue:  Den, it wuz you!
Harry:  Uh, yes'm.  T'wuz me.  I wuz thinkin' 'bout dos perty red panies when I saw y'all out dare.
Betty Sue:  Wellsir, I gotcha uh surprize.  I's still wearin' dem panies, now.
Harry:  Wutcha mean, still?  I called ja two months ugo!  Ya mean ya still wearin' dem same panies?
Betty Sue:  Sure, Mr. Hawkso.  Day feel so good, I just can't take 'em off!
Harry: Is dat so?
Betty Sue:  Course I'd take 'em off if da right feller came along.  Dat could be you!
Harry:  Ya think so, darlin'?
Betty Sue:  Why, sure, feller!  Aw girl can't live off candles, carrots, and cucumbers alone!
Harry:  Yep, yep.  I know wut'cha sayin'.  So, let's git ta fuckin'.  How 'bout it?
Betty Sue:  Tee, hee, hee.  Hey, feller, how ya like ta lick ah pirty pussy?
Harry:  Uh, I dun dare already did dat taday wit ma neighbor's feline.  Sorry!
Betty Sue:  Not dat kinda pussy, sweetie pie!  Ah mean mine, huney bunch!
Harry:  I done see ya brought ah kitten wit cha?  Huh?
Betty Sue:  Naw, Sweet Thang!  Ma pussy right down dare between ma legs!
Harry:  Aw, shucks!  Ah gotcha.  Ah'd luv to, Lady Girl!  Wutcha taste like?
Betty Sue:  Why, darlin', you just gonna hafta tell me!
Harry:  Deal!  Oh, baby.  Ah gonna cum all over dos clean white short'sa yers!
Betty Sue:  Oh, yeah?  Den ya gunna take off ma dirty panies?
Harry:  Luv to, darlin'.
Betty Sue:  Den, let's get it on, Mr. Cockso Harry!
Harry:  Let's see dem sexy panies.  Hop in da back ah ma truck, here!
Betty Sue:  All right, feller.  Oh, yer cock is so hairy!  I can see dat dare hair stickin' outta yer wholly jeans!
Harry:  Thanks, darlin'. Da hairier ma cock is, da better!  Ma dog tells me dat all da time when he's lickin' me!
Betty Sue:  Oooooh, sexy!  But, I'll lick it from now on!  Kay, baby?
Harry:  Ma dog's purty good, though!
Betty Sue:  Ya want ah girl or yer dog, Mr.?
Harry:  Hmmmmm, tuff decision. . . .
Betty Sue:  Well?
Harry:  Sorry, Bitch!  Ma dog sucks cum better'n any woman!  Git da hell outta ma truck!
Betty Sue:  Oh, well, not evun a good fuck can change ah man.  Oh, well, on to da next man!  Yee haw!