And Jock, well he’s no had his balls off yet so Ladies beware the six foot three Scotsman with a black skirt and the gift of the gab. xxx sex “No, I’m becoming a Lesbeen,” Jock explained, “No more willy flopping agen ma lags, ut’ll be grand.”
“You’ll need to shave your beard,” Morag said and she called her friend over, “Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin’ tae a Lesbeen
Janet was shocked, “What about yer beard?”
“Ah grewed it for one last time afore ah has me whatsits chopped,” Jock explained, “Ah doon like ma coke and balls slappin’ ma thigh, ah wanna be a lesbeen.”
“Ye’ve no had em chopped off yet then?” Janet queried. “Nae but its lovely having ye so close,” he said as she squirmed around on his cock.”
Janet looked on somewhat drunkenly, “Gerroff let me have a go, “ she insisted. “No yet, ah’ve tae see ma specialist the morrow tha ken,” Jock explained. “Bastard, stop the bastard,” they cried as the exited the ladies and sought out wee Jock. “Ah what ye doin?” Jock gasped, “Ets no done that afore.”
“Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking waste,” Morag stammered, “Jesus.” Her eyes were like saucers, “Ets beautiful, ye cannae have ut chopped off.”
“Et’s a nuisance, ah dinnae feel et,” Jock lied. “What a bastard!” Hamish shouted.
