Reunions:#24 Issy Stone

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Part 26 of the 26 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/22/2015
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Reunions:#24 Issy Stone

That Jewish kid, Issy Stone
He's a Dentist out in Montana with a listed phone
His sister was petite and lean
Gave up her namesake
She was two years younger
Loved to fuck and gave hummers
To every black thug was her rule
Issy knew, he took it kind of cruel
He heard the stuff they brag about in school
But when your sister is a whore
Sadly you can do no more
If he'd tried to intervene
A thug would have ruptured his spleen
So he kept his mouth shut
Knowing his throat might be cut
He's famous out in Montana way
Seems some patients passed away
Got too much a dose of laughing gas
What a funny way to pass?
Seems the dead had one thing specific
Each was a prison convict
Guess in time revenge will fall
On the baddest guys of all
Someone had to pay and atone
For the treatment of Izzy Stone
His sister Cherry, I've hear it said
Married a Doctor Pediatric
Had five kids and now is geriatric
Much loved by her family finer
She's come down with Alzheimer
The family visits her every Sunday
Tries to give her a fun day
The Rest Home is called Tranquil Shanty
But they keep a padlock on her panties
Cause sis is still cute to boot
Just like when she was sucking flute
I always thought she was pretty,
Short and slender with small titty
I used to watch her from afar
At parties with an open bar
Knowing her pussy was open too
I just wasn't one of the thug few
To slide inside her tight vagina
Or her butt from behind her
I thought I was tough
But not tough enough
At the reunion there is a table
Of the thugs who were able
To turn her Cherry rosy red
A few of they I've heard are dead

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
YIKES

This guy is a real killer?

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