Bridget was a lusty, lovely Irish Colleen and was the Vanderford's Maid! She was a bawdy, naughty delight!
Bridget was the Vanderford's Maid,
She was an Irish Colleen and handsomely paid.
She had a delightful habit of forgetting her nickers,
Which charmed the Master and made him snicker!
Bridget had flaming red hair and eyes of green,
Also the most voluptuous body anyone had ever seen.
She had ripe, large breasts and a bouncing ass,
She was well received by the male upper class.
Lady Vanderford was a classic rich witch,
She felt it her lot in life to moan and bitch!
Master Vanderford had a roving eye,
He was devious, crafty and sly.
Lady Vanderford had been called away,
The Master said, " Oh Goody, it's time to play!"
He caught Bridget in the Master's bedroom,
He watched and waited in the gloom.
Bridget was preparing to make the bed,
She was all bent over with her legs spread.
The Master sneaked up behind her and copped a feel,
Bridget jumped and let out a squeal!
She spun around and said," I thought you and the Madame went out!"
Then the Master exposed a body part that was erect and stout!
Bridget giggled and exposed her lovely rump,
It was known that she always fancied a good romp.
The Master sighed and did kneel,
To pay homage and give his lips a feel.
From his vantage point on the floor,
Bridget had a creamy ass to adore.
He kissed and sniffed her womanly scent,
He savored and memorized this magic moment!
He soon spun her round,
Immersing his face in her feathery, red down.
He used his tongue and lips,
Soon the nectar was pooled and ready to sip.
He bent her over on the foot of the bed,
He let his little soldier lead and he followed where he was led.
AWWW a perfect fit for him to defile,
There is a lot to be said for doggie style!
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Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2007
Or maybe write for Playboy?
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Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2007
My goodness, your writes get more brazen every day, PA. Soon you will be writing for Penthouse! Good job! Lydi**
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