I'm a sneaky, dirty bastard!
Many moons ago, I used to be a dirty bastard and would sneak and cojole girls clothes off.

I used to have a bar in my house, well, two rooms knocked into one anc converted into a 17h century looking pub.

Anyway, this often meant that my house was frequented by lots of people after the pub had shut.

One evening however, it consisted of just me and 3 girls.

One of us, probably me, suggested a pub-quiz. After a while it was bloody obvious that my advanced years (well not that advances, only about a decade and a half) over the girls was making it much easier for me to answer the questions...so I played it down a bit, so they could at least get some right.

I soon suggested forefeights (sp?), such as two of them sucking a bottle in a blow-job looking fashion, holding each others boobs etc...

Eventually, I had drunk so much, I was genuinely getting questions wrong and had to carry out some forefeighs myself.

After barking like a dog on all fours, sucking off beer bottles etc...I eventually ended up in a French Maids outfit - an outfit FAR too small for even my meagre manhood.

And whilst all three girls by this point were naked, I was sitting half dressed with my tackle hanging ut of a french maids outfit, when half of the male population of the local club decide to decend on my bar - a bar with an unlocked side door straight into it.

Whilst very pissed, they all agreed not to say a word to anyone.

Yeah, right.

I couldn't show my face in that village for over a year!
(dchurch bah, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 4:11, 1 reply)

forfeits
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( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 8:58, closed)