A Van and a Pile of Clothes...
I used to sell t-shirts on a market, I employed my then girlfriend for next to no money and well for the company, not a bad combination.

We turned up at Snetterton Sunday Market early, early even for a market trader.

Whilst preparing the stock in the back she was bent over, hmmm what on earth happened next.

Slipped the shorts aside lifted her skirt up and we went at it like knives (What does that mean BTW)

Hanging on the racking in the van, over the boxes, in amongst the shirts and at one point standing up 69 with her legs over a clothes rail.

It went on as long as this story and by the time I had finished this epic act all the neighbouring stalls were setting up around us.

I emerged from the van to a round of applause grinned the whole fucking day and the young lady didn't have the face to come out so spent most of the day in the van folding the stock back up.

oh and I banged her in the van at a crowded layby on the way home too fuelled by the memory of the morning... oh to be young again.
(Doogie Talons, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 13:44, 1 reply)

At it like knives
Have you ever seen someone sharpening a carving knife with a sharpening steel? That's what it means.
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 15:20, closed)