Ben Franklin Mob H3

I wore my panties,
My little pink panties,
And he wore his G.I. shorts.
He began to caress me,
And then he undressed me,
What a thrill we had in store.
He played with my titties,
My little pink titties,
And down where the short hairs grow.
His kisses grew sweeter,
He pulled out his peter,
And whitewashed my little red rose.