eeh by gum lass
On holiday at me gran's I ended up with the local farmer's boy, in the cow field behind t'pub, a bit tipsy from 5 pints of guiness.

he said he'd loved me since the first time he'd met me (when i was 12 and he was 19 - sicko) but i wasnt listening, i just wanted the jilly cooper experience... rampant cocks, squeals of pleasure, flesh pounding, grass in your hair...

needless to say i was let down. he was hung like a mule, but about as interesting as one too. shame.
(chesty, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 16:35, closed)