Grandpa’s Dick

Jane was quite smart,
Though some would call her a tart,
With all the men she’d flirt,
While wearing a mini-skirt,

One day, while swinging her booty,
She distracted her brother, from call of duty,
But it was grandpa Dick,
Whose pants she noticed did tent from his prick,

Yes Jane was quite smart,
Some even labeled her a tart,
She picked up a book,
And took a long look,

At school whispers did abound,
When in her skirt Jane did bound,
Pretty pink panties in a flash,
Hid a pouty pink gash,

Jane had heard,
Though she considered it absurd,
That some girls,
Were like squirrels,

And just hot to play,
With what within a boy’s pant lay,
But until she saw the stand,
Only partly hidden by grandpa’s hand,

Jane had no clue
That such a tale could be true,
Yet there she stood transfixed,
Her emotions all mixed,

And wondered why,
Her knickers felt awry,
All slippery and full,
While her her eyes went dull,

Then Jane seated her self on grandpa’s lap,
She wondered why it felt like a trap,
With the heated rod so fine,
Causing her head to spin like she’d sipped some wine,

But the prick erected beneath her,
Seemed to make her purr,
And there she sat,
‘Til she grew fat,

For it seemed,
As she steamed,
Grandpa’d slipped it in,
And inflated her yin.