Face Fuck Book #27-Serena

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erectus123
erectus123
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Face  Fuck Book #27-Serena

Serena – Serena
       what a dangerous date
Out in Washington
       northwest
Married, three kids
Wow!
       that one looks just like her mom
Francine set me up
       thought I'd like her
       Sicilian
       never met the Dad
Her mother could have been Torquemada
       enough questions to write a bio
       in black shawl rocking
       strong accent
       nice tits
Did every thing but swab my throat
       no fecal sample
I passed muster
       driving a red Chevy convert
       not the big one
       compact sportive
       went to a movie
       stole a kiss
       feeling good
       ice cream parlor
       black walnut, caramel
       a flavor you don't hardly see
       made their own
Back to Serena's
       Mom sitting on lawn
       ladder-back chair
       something in her open stare
       I've seen in Hooker's eyes who care
       was she a pro?
              in the old country?
                      who'd know?      
"I told you to get back before 12:00"
       jumped up swinging a meat cleaver  
       a pie roller in the other
       her blouse blew open
       no bra
       great tits
Got out of there
       burned rubber
       never went back
Serena called  
       her mom was pissed
       "don't come around"
A few months later at the beach
       her and girlfriend
       pink flowered bikinis
       turquoise transistor radio
       giggling
Sun burned to hell
       hand inside
       her swimsuit
       hummer on the way home
       heavy traffic
Guess that
       counts for something
Dropped her off
       block away
       drove fast by her house
       looked for sexy mom!

erectus123
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