All-Drunk 13-Air On The G String

ALL-DRUNK 13-"AIR ON THE G STRING"

Perhaps this life for me is of the past,
I cannot really live it once again,
So, let my Edeltraud be my last,
Of loves that I 've lost to other men.

Thinking like this I hardly can come back,
My thought in outer space is still fading,
As Edeltraud has not lost her knack,
To come in my sex life all else raiding.

Thinking all these, I still caress the tits,
I still can fell Popi's hot wish to mate,
My scattered brain, gathering its bits,
Tries on her demands to concentrate.

I give her face one more soft caress,
She leans her cheek to feel my hand unfolding,
Then we begin love making afresh,
My drunkenness her lusty boobs still holding.

She shivers and she lets out a soft moan,
I think, "Let's get it over with this farce",
My hand is now on her tail bone,
Just entering the cracking of her arse.

I played there the "Air on the G String",
And I could sense her buttocks open wide,
My hand then moved towards a different wing,
Cause it was high time to have a ride.

I put my hand inside her culotte,
Her pubes caressing, going for the clit,
My every move correct to find that spot,
But maybe my false passion I transmit.

And I transmit it firstly to my heart,
So, floppy goes again my nice stiff,
She makes a move as if to go apart,
I get confused in her uncertain "if".