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Rubba Tun Tun and de Mirror

I walked into my first meeting ready to impress. There sat six ladies of varying ages all waiting to get started. I took my seat, opened my notebook and pen in hand, I looked up expectantly.

"Oh God allyuh eh go believe what happen to meh last nite!"

Puzzled, I turned to look at the speaker. She seemed very distressed, yet no one jumped to help her.

"I was looking at my vagina in meh hand mirror last night and it getting old! If you see wrinkle!"

I balked...

"I hear yuh deary..dat happened to mine about 15 years ago.. wait till it start to get dry and scabby, then yuh go see action!

Even more puzzled now I put down my pen as I was quite sure how to take notes.

"dat remind meh.. ah hava good story fuh allyuh"

Expectant faces turned towards the speaker...

"Well for my honeymoon night I decided to test out the diaphragm. And you know back then it was new and not many people were using it yet. But we had it in the clinic so I wanted to see. So I get all sexy and ting and lie dong waiting for my husband. When we finally get going, he buss out loud loud.."what de ass is daaaaaaat." well i didn't know what he mean so i say," what darling?"

"dat ting!"

"Umm oho! Isa diaphragm.."

Well get it out! i eh fucking no dam rubber tun tun yuh hear!"

I closed my notebook, took off my shoes, put my feet up on the chair and leaned back with my hands behind my head...with a deep breath I said..

"Allyuh want to hear ah story... hear dis one!..."

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