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sheeesh, i'll tell you about a time when i was bunking at a mate of mine in poland right. it was before i'd done my risk management degree an that, and a considerable time before i earned an honest brass fucking razooooo, anyway, i'm staying behind this sofa, in a lovely sorta bay window area, an i'm getting meself quite a decent shuteye. suddenly the door opens and there's the obligatory scratchin' for the light and i can hear it's a couple necking right. so they're going at it with the tongues and the boys getting her hitched up on the radiator and carver here is peering round the back of the sofa,by this time i'm nursing a semi, well, nearly hard. the pair of them are now getting quite into it, shes got the tights at her knees and she's all legs akimbo on the fucking sofa where i'm sleeping behind. so here i am, slithering up the back of the sofa under this tartan travel rug, my beady little eyes poking out under the tassles and trained on this polish birds arse, then she's saying to the kid.. ah, uh, Yuri, Yuri..., "in the backstage, in the backstage...", and there's this bearded fucking farmer monster, piston-action, like he's knocking in fenceposts.. by now i'm tugging away like a madthing with her pants on me head right, and they're still going at it hammer an' fucking tongs and i blow my load up the back of the sofa and pass out! christ, i got back in the bed pritty early the next night, but they never came back. bastards! daft eh?
carver
(Oct 19 04, 01:24)