“Take it dry then,” I says. XXX “What’s going on!” Lionel asks as he comes down stairs, maybe the corset and black stockings wasn’t too bright as a wardrobe choice as his prick was making a tent pole for his tiny white panties. It all went fuzzy then, I remember saying, “Christ I need a kip,” and Desmond said something about a spare room. “We just got to go for it Johnno,” Al insisted, so off we went limping along like those Olympic walkers. “He hasn’t got a dog!” I added. “Yer cunt you daft cow,” Al says, “And that strap on.”
“What!” Desmond gasped wide eyed ad Sandra pulled up her skirt to show her rather stubbly and well fucked pubes.
