To Roissy and the Gang (bang) at RoissyWorld.May you get ALL the pussy you desire in Twenty Ten.
Now settle down with a drinky-poo and a fire while you read my ode to The Man.
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the manse;
Not a stich of clothing remained especially Roissy’s pants.
The thigh highs were tossed by the chimney with care;
In hopes that some action soon with be there.
The girlies were nestled all sexy in his bed;
While visions of group sex danced in his head.
And some girls in their panties and Roissy with a nightcap;
Had just settled down for a long winters anti=nap.
When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter;
Roissy sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew with his flask;
Tore open the shutters to complete his task.
The moon on the breast of the girlies below;
Gave the lust of mid-day to the new-fallen snow.
When what to his wondering eye should appear;
But a shot through the window nearly hitting his liver.
With a kung foo move, so lively and quick;
Roissy new in a moment it must be about his dick.
More rapid than eagles his courtesans they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
Now Lilgrl! Now LSB! Now Bhetti you Vixen!
On aoefe! On sofia! On Lady Raine who’s blitzen!
To the top of the porch! They climbed up the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
A wink of their eyes and a nod to their heads;
Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word and went straight to their work;
And filled all his fantasies so he wouldn’t have to jerk!
And laying their bodies astride of his pose;
And giving a tug to his stack - it arose.
It sprang to attention he gave a low whistle;
somehow to him they felt like the down of a thistle.
And we heard him exclaim ere we moved out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
Click below if you can't read and need me to say it for you.
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