Reunions: #20 Diana Fair

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Part 12 of the 26 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/22/2015
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Reunion: #20 Diana Fair

Diana Fair, I always wanted to see her bare
When she was young, she was kind'a cute
I used to imagine her in her "birthday suit"
An expression that meant when she was nude
Back then we abstained from saying stuff crude
She had a crush on me in my Senior Year
She liked me, she made that very clear
But I was too slow to lift her skirt
Time passed quickly, her ego hurt
She's a big shot in the reunion committee
Still tall and thin with tiny titty
Maybe if her tits were bigger
I'd a thought more of her, just go figure
When a gal has a crush on you
It's only polite to date her too
It's an easy step from a kiss to a screw
Or call it a fuck, but if you miscalculate,
Call it dumb luck
She'll hate you for as long as she lives
And prays your life ends on the skids
I wonder if it's she who sends
A reunion letter that always ends
With penciled in words so few
In brief they say, "Fuck you"
I thought I ask her for a dance
But off and away she did prance
She turned to me saying,
"You had your chance"
Still mad at me after 50 years
Who gives a shit, I drank some beers
And hooked up with Lizzie Boynton
That night I had some fun
Lizzie never said, "Fuck you"
What she said was "Yes, I do"
Lizzie walked me out to the football goal
Jezz, her hands were very cold
She jerked me off like when I was sixteen
Young and cute and looking mean
Said she'd fuck me another time with perfection
Cause her vag that night had a urinary infection
So even if you're cursed by one bitch
You still can get to scratch your itch
Sometimes I think of that skinny skank
Diana Fair, does she rank?
On the committee she is a big shot
Would I fuck her, no I think not
But maybe if I made the effort
She'd come ‘round
Though her voice still makes a funny sound
As if she's got a cock in her mouth that
Same sound I heard years back
At a high school fraternity party when I got drunk
And someone blew me when I was skunked
I never knew who did the deed
When I awoke my balls were wet with saliva and seed
Could that have been Diane Fair?
Who sucked my cock and left me there?
Unzipped and raw, wet and wild
She still stares and gives a little smile
I still hear a voice in that dark room
Was it her, am I to assume
That gurgling voice with a funny sound
Saying, "I love you" as I awoke
And shot my load and heard her choke
It's all a hazy memory
That's plagued me for eternity
I remember once I'd walked her home
Kissed her goodbye, said I would phone
By now that call is way to late
And no doubt she has locked the gate

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Ashesh9Ashesh9about 8 years ago
Eternal Riddle , 'rectus !

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
Great series

Keep it up ( well you know what I mean)

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