Twas the day of the 4th and all through the South, Not a man was stirring, not 1 penis to be found. the condoms were all placed neatly by the bed with care in the hopes that 1 client would soon be there. I in my lingerie and the mortgage dancing in my head..  Then what to my lonely eyes should appear, An email and 3 100 dollar bills. He was a lively old man, with a twinkle in his eyes. He was dressed in Ralph Lauren, from head to toe. A bundle of toys he had in his back pack, I knew I would want him to come back soon.  His cute little dimples and that beard on his chin, white as snow. He smelled of smoke and his belly jiggled like Jelly.  He was chubby and plump, with a taste for the naughty   I knew in a moment, he was not a prick.  With a wink of the eye and turn of the head.  It was time for bed. I had nothing to dread.  He spoke not a word Instead, he went straight to work. More rapid then rabbits we did our little dance and  of course he came as he tried to remember my name.  All I heard was faster, faster , on now my sweet little Vixen. Suddenly , he sprang to his feet and to the bathroom he flew. I heard him exclaim. I am late for work! As he rushed out the door and out of site, He said he would sleep good tonight!.........  
   
 P.S. I am bored out of my mind.. can you tell.. Not 1 penis to be found........