In bedroom she chucked her nightdress off and showed me her underwear. “Bloody hell thee hasn’t,” Geraldine laughed. It stood high up valley side away from where west wind blew smoke to. “Do summat,” she protested. I need the cash,” I ventured. Trouble is she looks like an angel and me thingy won’t go back in me pants. “Of course,” I agreed as I slid him in for a couple of minutes of bliss. “I’ll be off back down pit,” I says. “I’ll wish thee good day,”
“All reet, I’ll pay double for time on job but I’ll still dock sleeping time,” he offered. I hadn’t been in more then ten minutes when Blagthorpe’s bloke from big house turned up. Me cock twitched, she were a smasher, all gold ringlets and trim waist and squeezable melons. “Ohhhh that’s lovely,” she says, “Candle’s all reet but it don’t cum.”
“Yeah,” I says, “Candle needs hollowing out wi’s a valve and plunger so’s you can fill it wi’ warm water and make it shoot up thee.” I said as I pulled out and looked for summat to wipe me cock on, “Then I wouldn’t have to sort thee out and could get me work done.”.
