“Gerrum off,” someone shouted. Jasmine’s blush turned to a sheepish grin, “Would you mind awfully if I lay down for a while?” she asked. xxx “Right, where’s the bog,” Johnno asked, ‘how could he not know?’ I wondered as it was a sodding two bedroom flat but then again it was pretty crowded. “Oooooooh” Jasmine coos, “Oh that’s soooo good,” whether she even knew Siggy was rubbered up and lubing it ready to spear her ass I ain’t sure but she didn’t look like saying no any time soon, “Ooooh,” she says again. “Night in cells,” I says. Now they don’t call Norman big for nothing, six four, twenty stone, his only problem was getting her head and his cock to the same height, well what else are coffee tables for?
