“We’re closed, private party,” The landlord replied. “Oh,” she said, “Is there only you?”
“I heard your cry,” I explained, “Are you in distress?”
“Er, My carriage was attacked by vagabonds and I was lucky to escape with my honour!” she declared. Someone grabbed me and off we went back to the pub. “He just shot his load in hos pants!” Alf Keats laughed, and he pulled me breeches down. “Probably not, they will all be drunk or asleep,” I admitted. He began humping. “Gerron wi it Geoff, there’s other waiting,” someone chided. There was compete silence. “Do it, Do it!” they chanted. Read 16545 times |
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why is your hair still perfect and why have you not broken sweat.”
“Oh for pities sake questions, questions, questions.” she snapped. “Then you will have to do it,” she insisted., “You will have to ravish me.”
“I shall do no such thing,” I insisted.
