Brown, round, and unlawful
I did something to a girl (actual girl, not woman) while in South America. Which landed me in a spot of bother, with her folks and Juan Q. Policia.

But we were quite besotted with each other, and while I was in the local gaol, while they were trying to figure out what to do with me, as I had no passport or identifying papers of any kind, she came to visit me, which was a feat in itself, as her father had been kind enough to explain what a shotgun wedding meant in those parts.

Anyway, the sargeant gave us a minute or two alone (not in the cell, he wasn't that silly, he just let her talk to me through the grille). She immediately asked for my hand and then shoved it down her top. Which was great. Boobs!

No, she didn't smuggle me in a lockpick or gun or anything. Just let me feel her up one last time. Which was fantastic.
(Clerk T Hazarde are all the wine, Thu 6 May 2010, 18:46, Reply)