I've been inside a TV...
In the bar she said she was Stella, had a massive set of melons too...

But by the time I got her back to the hotel room and undressed she admitted her name was Paul, and her melons were, well, melons - they rolled across the bed and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Still, once I had this tranny in position, it would've been rude not to indulge in a spot of the French arts...

Once you get past the hairy arsehole dilemma its plain sailing to Spunktown, (you've just got to be aware of the inherent dangers of razor stubble on your ball bag when s/he gives you head with the tenderness and care of a bricky scoffing down a fried breakfast...)
( SpankyHanky, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 12:34, 3 replies)

An early start
Well done to thee
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 12:56, closed)

it's the


it's the silver tongued - ness of the whole thing that lets you get away with it.

fuck shit tits cock arse,

he implied . . . .
(The Cats Twat, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 20:20, closed)

I call shenanigans!
Pics or it didn't happen.
(Helixdaunting, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 0:49, closed)