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Friends Overheard at the Hairdressers
Four Friends Overheard at the Hairdresser's
Jane: Willie's was the best.
Alison: No, Harry's, and he knew how to juice it, girl,
let me tell you. Why one summer night, way back
even before air-conditioning, when people could hear
your groaning the full length of the block....
Mary: But Harry knew only one thing to do with his big
member,
and then you had to spend a week telling him what a
tough guy he was and
"Yes, honey, you're right; you do have a fine little
ass."
Now I'd take John any night of the week.
That tiny fuse of his was well connected.
Jane: You're right about that, but what I liked about John
was his smile.
I mean that big grin after he'd washed the dishes
was the same smile he'd hypnotize you with
till you hardly knew you both were done,
just watching that smile, and his only 4 or 5 inches.
Mary: I liked Milton's too--pretty mocha chocolate, with an
edge of cheese.
He's the first man ever showed me other places to put
it.
Funny now to think that I ever had to learn.
Alison: But his jissum was too salty.
Jane: Not at all, not at all. I'll be Milton's Dead Sea
anytime, listen.
Mary: And Milton knew how to treat you right afterwards,
would lie there talking and laughing,
planning where we'd take our next trip,
hinting about some surprise he was buying for me.
He always said he liked best the part afterwards,
and he could lie still for half an hour
not saying a word, just an occasional sigh or giggle.
Alison: But I still hold out for Fred's....
-- Louie Crew
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Friends Overheard at the Hairdressers
Friends Overheard at the Hairdressers
