i'd been banished to the kitchen sink
and i'm washing up the pots
into the kitchen in her purple negligee
my beloved trots .
.
like a naughty squirrel
she's playing with my nuts
then she pulls my trousers down
and is fondling my butt .
.
i love her when she's like this
girly and acting daft
i love her more as her fingers
close around my shaft .
.
my hands are covered in soap suds
and i raise them into the air
she kisses me so wonderfully
and promises to handle me with care .
.
she knows i can't help responding
bubbles of soap upon her night dress
our kisses grow in intensity
as i play with her breasts .
.
she sits upon the washing machine
the vibration turns her on
giggling together but loving
as we clean up when we are done .
.
i am holding her tightly
when she gives me that sexy smile
i'm to bring the ben and jerry's upto bed
because we may be gone quite a while .
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