In my schooldays, when I was thirteen,
To a tumble-down hut by the green,
I went in trepidation
And anticipation,
To a meeting I'd arranged with Irene.

I stood there, she undid her blouse,
I was nervous, but very aroused,
She reached out her hand,
Just below my waist-band,
And murmured "You are well endowed."

I pushed my face into her mound,
Her sweet little treasure I'd found.
She tore my pants free,
Crying "Lay down with me!" ...

But I'd finished 'fore I reached the ground.

Disappointed she told me "You're mean,
I'll not come again to this scene."
And tomorrow don't stare,
In class , and beware
To call me Miss Jones, not Irene."

Tiddy.

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