Sunday for Sundaes

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erectus123
erectus123
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Sunday for Sundaes

Back when asses were a mystery
There was a Tranny who went by the name "Sunday"
She advertised in some photo pocked sex paper
"I am a perfect Sunday, with a very large banana, big wet nuts and a ripe Cherry"
I visited her one Sunday morning
In an apartment with a huge picture window
on the first floor of Los Feliz Boulevard
She was quite tall and slender with a wonderful set of breasts
After completing my mission of exploration of the dark side of the moon
I remarked how beautiful her breasts were
"I should have let you titty-fuck them, that's fun"
Her ads kept running until that cold bleak winter of Aid's deaths
I think of her when I pass that same building with the big picture windows
Perhaps somewhere someone is enjoying her splendid sundae

(thanks to Demure101 who jogged my memory)

erectus123
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