Danger. Low Flying Grannies
One VERY windy day my pal was driving us home from work, the journey took us down a VERY steep hill. Halfway down the hill we spot an old woman prone on the ground, she was pointing down the way and it quickly became clear she was blown off her feet as she must have weighed about 5 stone. I know this because we stopped the car and jumped out to help her, we lifted her up and insisted she got in the car and we would take her to her destination. I looked on teh ground and picked up the contents of her bag which had spilled. The only thing she had in her bag was a photo of a young woman, who i think she said was her daughter, and that was who she was on her way to see. The bag she had the photo in, was a big shopping bag, and the fact that this was the only item in there made me feel really odd. It was like a scene from a film.

Anyway, the next thing she is sitting in the car and we are asking her were we should take her. It is only then that I notice she is totally freaking out, I assume she thought we were going to drive away and eat her bumhole. I asked if her if she was OK and did she want us to let her out. She mumbled 'Yes', and so we stopped on a flatter bit of road and let her go on her way. She wasted no time in getting out and had a look of contempt and mild rage on her face as we drove off, although this could have been Alzheimers, which would have explained a lot of things.

All this happened in a space of about a minute, and after we drove off again we actually wondered if it had happened at all.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 28 May 2010, 16:24, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Should've eaten her bumhole.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 28 May 2010, 16:30, Reply)

I think it was when I suggested this my pal, she got teh fear and wanted out
Although i'm sure she would have enjoyed it, the musty old slut.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 28 May 2010, 16:34, Reply)

She just had 'that look', yeah?
The randy old witch.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 28 May 2010, 16:36, Reply)

You know it buddy
The thin drawn lips, the wrinkles, the Nora Batty sussies, the promise of toothless blowjobs... She was foaming at the gash.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 28 May 2010, 16:40, Reply)