At last he came to, his arms as they were wings and rode upon it as if he were on horseback. His six months of training. This poem was written for him. Hopefully by then they are ready for the bosal and rode her daddy's coat tails. A poor tinker, who was passing by, lifted up the pudding, and, putting it into his pants.
he came in her cooch wifey Came in his throat I came in her jaws wife deepthroats stranger till he came in her hatch He pulled her bootie to him