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Click hereBetty smiled as the bands marched past
The music filled the air at last
As I behind lifted her mini skirt
And straddled gently so as not to hurt
I cupped her sweet tender ass
Her skin so smooth, none finer would ever pass
While we two stories above the fray
I still think back upon that day
From a high window alone we two
In private the marching band did view
As I lifted her sweater above her head
My swollen cock deep in virgin red
Her breasts shown like beacons in the sun
And no one noticed save but one
Her paramour who had laughed at me
Saying no one would have sex with me
And I would die a virgin no doubt
And this threat on the street he would shout
They marched along as xylophones played
And trumpets blasted through the fray
And he being the drum major turned his face
He saw us above in passionate embrace
He saw his sweet love was desecrated
Her vagina worn, her full breasts bare
Her blond ponytail now disarrayed hair
When I realized what he had seen
I pulled out my tool and let him view
My cock now drenched in reddish hue
Then thrust again inside his prize
And as they marched further down the street
Only his head was turned our way
As his eyes filled with tears
I remember still after many years
I mouthed in silence his same words
No one will ever have sex with me
That my friend is plain to see