It was way down in this little town that they called Lewisville.There once lived a fast fuckin' *** by the name of Lil.Now Lil had nipples on her titties just about as thick as your thumb.Lil had jaws on her pussy that would make a dead man cum.But one day out of the mountains came a long dick creep.That was a *** that we all called Flicked-It-On Pete.Pete fell in a beer joint and had both his hands full of ***.It was just about fourteen inches long, just about four inches thick.Old Lil spied Pete out of the corner of her eye with cold chills to her bones.Lil turned on her shoes and she started to run home.For she knew at last she had met her mate.But if she left right then and there it would still be too late.So him and Lil picked a little spot, it was just over a hill.It was down back of one of those old dry *** houses down by an old mill.Old Lil and Pete *** and they *** for hours and hours.Pushin' up against creek banks, hedges and stumps, even mashin' the little wild flowers.Finally wasn't nothin' heard but a grunt growin' and a cough.Lil keeled over and died and left Pete jackin' off.And late on that evening, Pete topped him a mountain goat,but Pete's backbone cracked and that was all she wrote.They took old Pete and buried Pete down in the graveyard.Pete was stone dead and Pete's *** was still hard.So they put old Pete about six feet down,but about four inches of Pete's *** still stood up above the ground.They had to put old Pete about ten feet down,but when they finally got old Pete buried all the undertakers frownedbecause they had to jack Pete off to let the coffin lid down.