Again, early 1990s...
Before I met Mr Twaddle, I was a horny young minx who was indulging in a bit of extra marital knee trembling with a very horny mechanic. At every available opportunity, in any available place. Including my place of work - a small, visual entertainment rental place with an even smaller back office. He came in one evening, a bit of dirty talk and one full on snog over the counter later and we were at it like the hammer and tongs that everyone talks about, in the tiny back office. With the door open. If you were a member coming in to hire or return a movie that night, you were most likely served by a manically smiling Ms Twaddle, who was commando, and quite possibly bra-less. And also mid shag. Well, the "customer comes first" was a bit of a farce that night.

What a fucking turn on!
(pussy twaddle performs indiscretions in branches of Millets..., Fri 24 Apr 2009, 21:08, Reply)