Dee Wright - TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME! (for Gordon)

Over my shoulder
he oogles the waitress
attending table no.3.

She’s sure some
looker

like a hooker
crossed with French maid.

He likes a girl
in uniform.

And out.

I reach underneath
and squeeze
his balls

hard!

He jumps to his feet.

“Ah, now my sweet...”
I smile sweetly at him.

“I’m so glad I got
your attention back! ”

“And anyway dearest
I quite fancy her myself! ”

Dee Wright

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