Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. Instead of a renewed downward stroke, she let her lips encircle the tip of his organ. She alternated between suction and licking. Richardson gasped harder, his breath became uneven. She knew that his climax was not far off. A little more sucking, some licking, a tickle of the scrotum, some gentle pulsing suction, and Richardson arched his back and thrust up hip hips. His semen sprang from him and he cried out. The woman caught it in her mouth and let it flow down her throat. It was effortless..Read More