This one is about my Killarney dream:
So I, Dolly, row out on the Killarney lake in my little row boat and I'm sitting there, getting a little orgasm by the vibration of the waters lapping the sides of my boat. And the sun is setting, and quite a lovely pink color, so I raise the bagpipes to my lips and blow.. blow... blow... blow... blow... the signal for my lovers to come to me. Along the lake's edge appear many shadowed figures, which all at once jump in to the lake and swim towards me. It is a lover's race! Who will reach Dolly's boat first? They think the first man will get a kiss from Dolly, but I, Dolly, know that the first and the last will all get a kiss from me. What I'm concerned about is that they all put me on their backs and swim me back to shore, safely back to shore, where I lie on the rocks and all these good swimmers lick me dry. Lick me from head to toe, cleaning me off, making me all spic-n-span, not missing an inch of me.
Yep, thats my Killarney dream. And my 995th post