.... Imagine being fucked by that, with his huge cock, power and stamina - in every position known to man......
And after, while you are lying there, your knees overheated & engine check light on , he rolls you over & you look into those beautiful eyes and that smiling face.....
" Are yaw oilroight?"
And after, while you are lying there, your knees overheated & engine check light on , he rolls you over & you look into those beautiful eyes and that smiling face.....
" Are yaw oilroight?"
time was running away in chunks and I couldn’t be late cos they wouldn’t let me in past the chicken wire fence that Jack was training behind. I went up to the top of the junction at the bypass to hitchhike and tried to entice people with a chocolate wreath that I had suddenly made. A bunch of yobbos came and kept pratting about by the town sign so I pushed one down the hill because they wouldn’t feck off, and he died or something but I didn’t care because I only had my mind on one thing. A taxi driver said he would drive us all up the bypass but I still needed to walk 11 miles on the other end, which I then did in a pair of black Jesus sandles thru the mud. I was literally chomping through the scenery I was eating grass like a sheep. I was possessed. I had mouthfuls of grass being spat on the side of the country lane. There was some news coverage of ‘the woman who walked 11 miles in sandles to see Jack grealish’. I FINALLY got up the rec and Pep was rolling around on the floor in some baby blue tissue paper so we had a quick chat, which ended with him laughing and saying ‘I have so much fuckin money’ and I said ‘and don’t I know it’. And then I woke up cos I had to go to a bootsale.
