Brown Eyed Jane

It’s 5am it’s cold this morn, Black as night I am forlorn, The weather here is chilly, A verse rattles round my head , Get on the computer silly. Brown eyed Jane she isn’t plain, She comes to me a teasing, Her hubby won’t tween , her thighs be laying . a bit of a silly Billy, (goat) So she teases me, Gives me that look , The hunger in her eyes, I pat her on her tender parts, Still has that “come on try”. My wife is amused that her best friend, Is desperate for a nookie, And watches as we playful slap, Each other over cookies. I push her back upon the bed, She wrestles enjoys, spirited, My hand between her thighs has fled And as fingers do embed, Pantyhose so unrequieting. ~drat~ The panty hose won’t let me in, She holds the tops up to her chin, To never ever get a win, Then she says to Wendy here, Quietly “help me dear “ A friendly wrestle, two girls laugh, Missed out again, it seems by half, I let em win like a poddy calf, No I won’t be a riding… Don Johnson 5.15 am 15-june-11 True stories are the best, bring out some zest, for life, Wendy was my wife, got rid of me nice, Spose i was a pest with Jane almost blest , but it all ads spice, naughty the price. Wendy n Jane were an item :) for Debbie Duzzie, contest