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Francais Ont Fais - French Made

I’ve got size ten feet, you know what that implies Maybe that's why there’s a spark in her eyes She said if I give her a hand ’round the house She’ll give me a naughty surprise She held out a costume I’d not seen before Though I stood there hoping I’d see it much more Sweet Jesus, I think its a sexy french maid She said, ‘Wanna play?’ Well, I could be swayed Oh God, fishnet stockings and white ruffled knickers My eager mind’s racing, It’s all Tarts and Vickers Those pointy stilettos, the apron and hat I’m gagging to see my sweet baby in that It looks a bit large, the size slightly wrong Who gives a damn... it won’t be on long That PVC skirt falls short of ‘discreet’ But why are those shoes made for size ten feet?

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Date: 1/18/2021 12:46:00 AM
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Careful what you wish for, Terry, as they say! lol. Clever as ever! ~ Gershon
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/18/2021 1:11:00 AM
Thanks Gershon... size ten stilettos... now there’s a thing. Glad you liked. Terry.

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