The scene, a grotty former working mens club near Manchester England. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.” Tony said, “You know any?”
“Nope,” we said together. Sex vedio “Ease up mate your driving,” I reminded him, “You want get a black coffee before we goes home.”
“I’m fine,” he says, “But look mate I got to get me election address stuff done by Wednesday, and I reckon hanging pedophiles up by their bollocks is a vote winner.”
“Mate, that’s BNP not Lib Dem policy,” I told him but he wasn’t listening, he was watching Linda Hewes ample bosom as she pulled pints behind the bar of the Bar de Dauville, or Whetherfield (Todmoor Main) Miners and Shunters club as it used to be. We found the party was in full swing, so we shinned up a drain pipe and got on top of this portico or porch thing so we could watch them at it through the upstairs windows through a gap in the curtains, yuck. Except when I went to bed there was this bulge in the bedclothes, “John,” she whispered, “I waited.”
“Shit, I’ve had nine pints I’ll never get it up.” I said but her hands were on my tool and the stirring started and the warmth and strength came flooding in, and.
