Bucky Beaver's Stags, Loops & Peeps #91

kicked sky-high. Oh me oh my. What a wonderful sight.

She kicked up her left. She kicked with her right. Between the two she made a

living at bite. And then she spotted me and smiled beguilingly and something

told me at a glance. This gal was pleasure mad. Right then I knew she had

ants in her pants.

And when she shook her rear you should have heard them cheer. She called this

one her can-can dance. And when she did her bumps then all the jerks and chumps

got ants in their pants. She got down on her knees and started in to tease. She

called this one her lapper dance. And when she wagged her tongue the guys both

old and young got ants in their pants. She got up on her feet chock full of

heat. She was right in the mood. She ripped off all her clothes from her head down to

her toes. And there she stood without a stitch in the nude. And then she began to

squirm just like a great big worm. She called this one her passion dance. The

crowd began to roar. We want some more more more ants in our pants.

Be no slave. I don't want you to work all day. But I want you to be true. And I just want to make love to you. Yeah. Love to you.

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