“I take it you are virgo intacto?” I enquired. “Done a runner has he?” I asked crudely. “But what about my Monica,” she said, “It will ruin her life this aberration, she needs a good corking don’t you see.”
“I really feel this conversation has reached a conclusion madam,” I averred, “Shall we shake on our agreement and make arrangements for the deeds to be drawn up.”
That would have been an end except Monica chose that moment to arrive home. My hands sought her breasts and my lips sought her neck, her ears, her cheeks. “They gets in the way when cleaning but the gentlemen like them,” she suggested. Half an inch, and inch, two inches and then joyously I was entirely sheathed. She gasped and howled joyously as we conjoined. “It hurts, I hate you.” she hissed so I thrust harder. “Like everyone else,” she said, “Except me, bloody skivvy I was.”
“Oh,” I said, staring at her ample breasts, “That’s so unfair.”
“Especially with tits like mine,” she said as she followed my gaze.
