On the wall a clock stood tic tock tick tock
Missy and Jane eyed it long
Looking at the window they saw Paul and Simon
At the quarter of twelve they chased them down
Missy with Paul and Jane with Simon
Legs atangle they mated with fierce strokes of deep, hard firm
Missy cooed long and Jane with breasts thrust out firm sighed and panted long
Paul became stallion and Simon layed down firm and let Jane ride astraddle until she burst into flames
Looking at the clock they all ran home
By
Felicia McCaw
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