On my way home from work last night I received the following text message from my wife’s sister. She is the one that is jokingly referred to as “my girlfriend”.
It was my.
First time ever.
And I’ll never forget.
I’d do it again.
Without a single regret.
The sky was dark.
The moon was high.
We were all alone.
Just she and I.
Her hair was soft.
Her eyes were blue.
I knew just what.
She wanted to do.
Her skin so soft.
Her legs so fine.
I ran my fingers.
Down her spine.
I didn’t know how.
But I tried my best.
I started by placing.
My hands on her breast.
I remember my fear.
My fast beating heart.
But slowly she spread.
Her legs apart.
And when I did it.
I felt no shame.
All at once.
The white stuff came.
At last it’s finished.
It’s all over now.
My first time ever.
At milking a Cow.
You can imagine my surprise and increasing uncomfortability as I read this aloud to my wife. Interspersed among the lines I was tossing in “Oh my God”s and “Your sister sent this to me”s. It was amusing to my wife as apparently she knew the punch line.
