This is the story of Willy and Wanda.  Willy had a wild weenie, always
willing to weasel its way into a wedge.  One day when Willy was walking past a
Der Weinerschnitzel, he began to wonder about where his wild weenie was going
to get wedged into something next.  He had already tried walls, watercress,
watermellons, waterballoons, even a wrist watch.  Suddenly Willy looked up and
saw a waitress at Der Weinerschnitzel watching him without his knowing it. He
started wondering about this waitress.  She was wild, wonderful, well built
woman, but would she be willing.

     While the waitress waddled by, Willy withdrew his wang and waved to Wanda
while wiping his warped wick wishing she would wangle his weapon into her
watery wet womb until he wasted his wad.

     Wanda noticed this wierd waste case waiting at her window with a warped
look on his face.  She walked over to the window and aksed Willy what he
wanted.  Willy replied in a weakend voice that he wished she would way lay him
with wanton lust while he worked and wormed his wild weenie in her warm and
wooly world.  Wanda began to writhe and wriggle at the idea of having a wild
weenie wrestled into her watering hole with the wrath of a wrecking ball.  She
quickly looked around watching for witnesses.  When she was sure they were
alone she walked to the door to let Willy in.  Once Willy was within the doors
he could no longer withstand the urge to be within Wanda's warm, wet, wonder
womb.  He dropped to his knees, wriggled her out of her panties and began to
wolf down on her womanhood never allowing her to withdraw.

     Wanda was wittless with wonderment of this wizard with the wobbling tongue
and wild weenie.  She was being wooed with wonderous works by the winning way
Willy wiped her wedge and washed his wimpish face in her flowing waterfountain.
She reached down and wraped her fingers around willies wirey hair wrenching him
to his feet.  Dropping to the wet floor she worked her way down to willies one
eyed wonder worm called Willy's wild weenie.  She wraped her lips around his
whale of a wong like a wreath, and willfully wailed while awaiting his wad of
wanton passion.

     Willy was not yet ready to waste his wounderful wet wad.  He wrestled free
of her well tuned mouth and writhed his way down to the floor.  Willy, wiping
the wetness from his wong, wriggled in between Wanda's white thighs and wished
he was able to remain longer.

     They were both weakened but wanted his wet wild weenie in her warm womb
too much for either to walk away.  As Willy wiggled into her she began to
writhe and wriggled like wallabee.  Willy, working with the wrath of a
welterweight gone wild, pumped like a wirlwind.  Wanda was wailing at every
well defined move willy would make.  Working his way in and out, back and
forth, Willy could finally take no more.  Willy's wild weenie released its
wonder wad deep within Wanda.

     As Willy was walking slowly away, Wanda called out where are you going
Willy, where are you going.

West replied Willy. West!

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