Subject: Fighter and Lover
It's a beautiful day, and love is in the air. Marie rolls towards Pierre and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me!"
Deliberately, Pierre uncorks a bottle of Merlot from the picnic basket and splashes it on Marie's face and lips.
"What are you doing, Pierre?" splutters the startled Marie.
"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!"
So she smiles, a cute little smile, and they kiss, long, softly but ardently.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie sighs, "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero unbuttons her blouse, takes a bottle of Chablis and pours it over her firm young white breasts.
"Pierre! What are you doing now?" asks the bewildered Marie.
"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!"
She giggles, they resume their passionate interlude - and things really begin to get steamy.
Marie leans close to his ear and pants softly, "Pierre, kiss me much lower!"
Pierre rips off her lacy nickers, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her crotch, then strikes a match and WHoooshhh!!!! she's on fire.
Marie shrieks, leaps to her feet and throws herself into the river. Standing waist deep, she throws her arms in the air, shakes her fist and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Our hero stands, twitching his moustache, and states proudly, defiantly, "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in FLAMES!"
It's a beautiful day, and love is in the air. Marie rolls towards Pierre and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me!"
Deliberately, Pierre uncorks a bottle of Merlot from the picnic basket and splashes it on Marie's face and lips.
"What are you doing, Pierre?" splutters the startled Marie.
"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!"
So she smiles, a cute little smile, and they kiss, long, softly but ardently.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie sighs, "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero unbuttons her blouse, takes a bottle of Chablis and pours it over her firm young white breasts.
"Pierre! What are you doing now?" asks the bewildered Marie.
"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!"
She giggles, they resume their passionate interlude - and things really begin to get steamy.
Marie leans close to his ear and pants softly, "Pierre, kiss me much lower!"
Pierre rips off her lacy nickers, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her crotch, then strikes a match and WHoooshhh!!!! she's on fire.
Marie shrieks, leaps to her feet and throws herself into the river. Standing waist deep, she throws her arms in the air, shakes her fist and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Our hero stands, twitching his moustache, and states proudly, defiantly, "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in FLAMES!"
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