Little Bo Peep
by Gary
Little Bo Peep had fallen asleep.
Again.
She was gently woken by John the Woodsman to say she had lost her sheep.
Again.
John said he’d help her look.
So, she gave him a grateful kiss.
Then she was on her knees, head bobbing on cock. Back, forwards, deeper; spade-like hands holding her in a Woodsman’s grip.
She paused. A sound. People approaching?
John heard, covered her ears, pushed further. He came in huge spasms, a thunderous roar, Bo desperately swallowing.
As Johns mist cleared he saw Bo’s sheep returning.
The sheep he’d hidden.
Wagging their tails behind them.
I love flashers with a twist! Don't you?
This is one of my favorite photos by Riendo. Do I say that every time? Well, I mean it every time! But this one is so peaceful. I want to sit next to her on the field and stare out into the distance. With my coffee, of course. A whole thermos-full of coffee.
XXX,
Alison
1 comment:
Funny :)
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