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The five word story.....
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the bastard was planning on
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...hedgehog pooh off the floor...
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Meanwhile Audrey was disrobing slowly
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...Slowly wasn't impressed, "Put my...
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..
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a nice sloppy blow job?
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...swallow, so what will you...
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...you give me what I..
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...begin to understand this story...
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...a few moments explaining the...
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...the whys, wheres and whatevers...
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Chapter 2
Somewhere I shouldn't. Pointing to the my right ear. It's not the right place I said!
. â€Then what about in here, god that's so much better nowâ€. Well you need to jiggle about. Can you feel the rhythm or shall I put some new batteries in? Oh the batteries can wait so that we can turn me on girls
As we turn you over and lube up that pretty. Ready for insertion into the deep dark depths of the unexplored regions so far unseen by the naked eye, a time for caution because to insert said object could
Experienced help is called for; I reached for the phone when a solution presented itself as in. Let’s just eat the Wotsits after spreading them with a cream dip.
Feeding each other slowly and temptingly in the garden, while the gentle breeze blew gently across their bodies, stolen like a secret caress, it stirred things within that felt so good and exciting. Was now the time to do it, and which one to choose?
Whilst this was being decided I amused myself by giving Flower a smack bottom for spoiling the fun others were having dipping their Wotsits in the in the sweet and sour sauce provided for that very indulgent and pleasurable experience.
Just as I was licking my lips a wasp flew up my nose and the wasp few off and I could concentrate on my sweet and sour sauce and the dipping of my wobbly bits that were getting less wobbly, and more firm and voluptuous by the second.
Just then the phone rang but I ignored it and carried on dipping my firm, meaty, chunky, warm cock in her wet pussy. Typical man no finesse. The dip all over my pink bits, I had some wipes to clean my sticky bits all ready for my canoeing lesson this afternoon which reminded me. I must give my paddles a polish before leaving for the long journey to the adventure centre on my skateboard which was recently serviced by a qualified, actually a stunt double for, Daniel Craig (in his mind).
The phone rings, interrupting my reverie. It was the local shop for local people “you know who I am� Asked the voice at the other end of the line, which was terribly crackly because it was full of Wotsits “don’t you know its rude talking with a mouth full� “Shall I Call back later? “Or are you free to tell me more at the moment? “I'm having far too much fun to be bothered with you...Why don't you have a French maid clean inside your allotments, poly-tunnel greenhouse thoroughly, and furnish it with Plenty O'Toole from James Bond".
Suddenly! From behind the tomato plants there came the sound of gasping and furtive rustlings of a cute little baby hedgehogâ€What do you plan do with it†Plenty asked “Shall we have it for tea or use it as a doorstop†When I asked for pricks didn’t expect to find you were quite this kinky. It’s taken ages to straighten out all the lumps in my collection of rare egg boxes complete with tell-tale stains of runny yokes drizzling down all over my hands what a sticky mess It made.
Who wants to help clean me up and then get all dirty, clean then dirty again? Absolutely filthy unless you prefer something completely different, such as sharing a warm bubbly bath by candlelight, with scented oil and strawberries dipped in Champagne I'm confused but happy to join in said the Hedgehog. People just stared at his pricks. He grinned an evil, wicked grin, that could mean only one thing that the bastard was planning on having a pooh, at Pauls! I just hope Paul's mum was ready for what happened with plenty of towels and wipes to clean the Hedgehog pooh off the floor
Meanwhile Audrey was disrobing slowly. Now revealing not only one but two breasts which are always nice. Slowly wasn't impressed, "Put my clothes back on!†“Do it yourself you can†said Audrey “And I guess a fuck is out of the question now, but hey, how about a nice sloppy blow job? “Depends if you spit or swallow “So what would you expect of meâ€. Slowly Said â€So that I can begin to understand this sorry episode". Maybe Lost could come over and spend a few moments explaining the(f*cking hours collating this ffs) finer nuances of what’s going down. Being easily understood Lost tries explaining the why’s where’s and wherefore’s.
Somewhere I shouldn't. Pointing to the my right ear. It's not the right place I said!
. â€Then what about in here, god that's so much better nowâ€. Well you need to jiggle about. Can you feel the rhythm or shall I put some new batteries in? Oh the batteries can wait so that we can turn me on girls
As we turn you over and lube up that pretty. Ready for insertion into the deep dark depths of the unexplored regions so far unseen by the naked eye, a time for caution because to insert said object could
Experienced help is called for; I reached for the phone when a solution presented itself as in. Let’s just eat the Wotsits after spreading them with a cream dip.
Feeding each other slowly and temptingly in the garden, while the gentle breeze blew gently across their bodies, stolen like a secret caress, it stirred things within that felt so good and exciting. Was now the time to do it, and which one to choose?
Whilst this was being decided I amused myself by giving Flower a smack bottom for spoiling the fun others were having dipping their Wotsits in the in the sweet and sour sauce provided for that very indulgent and pleasurable experience.
Just as I was licking my lips a wasp flew up my nose and the wasp few off and I could concentrate on my sweet and sour sauce and the dipping of my wobbly bits that were getting less wobbly, and more firm and voluptuous by the second.
Just then the phone rang but I ignored it and carried on dipping my firm, meaty, chunky, warm cock in her wet pussy. Typical man no finesse. The dip all over my pink bits, I had some wipes to clean my sticky bits all ready for my canoeing lesson this afternoon which reminded me. I must give my paddles a polish before leaving for the long journey to the adventure centre on my skateboard which was recently serviced by a qualified, actually a stunt double for, Daniel Craig (in his mind).
The phone rings, interrupting my reverie. It was the local shop for local people “you know who I am� Asked the voice at the other end of the line, which was terribly crackly because it was full of Wotsits “don’t you know its rude talking with a mouth full� “Shall I Call back later? “Or are you free to tell me more at the moment? “I'm having far too much fun to be bothered with you...Why don't you have a French maid clean inside your allotments, poly-tunnel greenhouse thoroughly, and furnish it with Plenty O'Toole from James Bond".
Suddenly! From behind the tomato plants there came the sound of gasping and furtive rustlings of a cute little baby hedgehogâ€What do you plan do with it†Plenty asked “Shall we have it for tea or use it as a doorstop†When I asked for pricks didn’t expect to find you were quite this kinky. It’s taken ages to straighten out all the lumps in my collection of rare egg boxes complete with tell-tale stains of runny yokes drizzling down all over my hands what a sticky mess It made.
Who wants to help clean me up and then get all dirty, clean then dirty again? Absolutely filthy unless you prefer something completely different, such as sharing a warm bubbly bath by candlelight, with scented oil and strawberries dipped in Champagne I'm confused but happy to join in said the Hedgehog. People just stared at his pricks. He grinned an evil, wicked grin, that could mean only one thing that the bastard was planning on having a pooh, at Pauls! I just hope Paul's mum was ready for what happened with plenty of towels and wipes to clean the Hedgehog pooh off the floor
Meanwhile Audrey was disrobing slowly. Now revealing not only one but two breasts which are always nice. Slowly wasn't impressed, "Put my clothes back on!†“Do it yourself you can†said Audrey “And I guess a fuck is out of the question now, but hey, how about a nice sloppy blow job? “Depends if you spit or swallow “So what would you expect of meâ€. Slowly Said â€So that I can begin to understand this sorry episode". Maybe Lost could come over and spend a few moments explaining the(f*cking hours collating this ffs) finer nuances of what’s going down. Being easily understood Lost tries explaining the why’s where’s and wherefore’s.
