Last week as I was coming out of the bank
I spotted an old dear on the other side of the road scrabbling around on the floor trying to recover her shopping as her bag had split. Knowing I had an old plastic bag in my rucksack, I ran across the road and helped her pick up her condensed milk and Mr Kipling cakes and put them in the spare bag I gave her. She smiled such a bright smile at me it made me so happy.

A minute or two after we'd parted something struck me, and I ran back to where she was and gave her my phone number. Let's just say, best blow jobs I've ever had.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 28 May 2010, 15:18, Reply)