Things We Hide

I hid from him
with a grin

I only like to take it out
when my pussy starts to pout

Touching just the plastic tip
to my very erect clit

vibrations rushing through my soul
I begin to lose all control
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As he climbed into my bed
Kissing me on my head

He said to me with a sigh
"Naughty girl do not cry"

But He loved to make me pout
Fingers in, fingers out

Poking prodding pulling at me
even I as I beg and pleed

And to think he was moms best friend
He is sure to get his in the end
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These memories I can't forget
I now share with you on the net

If you would like to chat a while
I would greet you with my friendly smile

My husband hates my PC
He'd like to throw it out to sea

So now I hide, gagging on my pride
As he reminds me I'm his fucking bride

And if he only had a clue
I'm just friends with people like you