Kinda food...well....drink....in a bottle...
Some years ago, the current Mrs-Mog, was not Mrs-Mog and Mooglemania was at the end of a very unpleasant marriage...fooling around between myself and the Mrs-Mog-to-be was somewhat commonplace.. That's the scene set, begin story...

The young lady of my affection had popped over for a bit of the kinky stuff and by the end of things, was tied on all fours wanting to be pleasured with a large cold bottle of "Archers" she had espied on the shelf... well I wasn't going to say no, and so this took place....

Some hours later, the bane of my life had returned to an immaculate living room and no sign of my little sex-pot. She sat down, complained about a hard days work spending my money and took the self same bottle from the shelf.... The bottle which I had forgotten to clean... my horror turned to mind numbing amazement followed by hard-stifled hilarity as she unscrewed the cap and took a swig straight from the bottle (classy) and complained it tasted a bit odd".

Length? She says I'm more than adequate.
( mooglemania Please disregard this sig., Fri 7 Aug 2009, 19:39, Reply)