The Castle Hill Tav, if anyone's familiar with the Hills district. Slight pearoast
Chatted to a 19 year old for a bit on MSN. She tells me she's toey as a Roman sandal, and needs a good seeing-to.

We arrange to meet at the salubrious venue mentioned.

We went back to my car, which was parked all of 30 metres away in the street. Neither of us gave a fuck if we were seen.

She rode me while I lay back in the front passenger seat of my car. As she was dismounting, she left a nice sweaty arse-print on the inside of the passenger side of the windscreen.

I left that there for posterity, and as a boast for friends who noticed it.

I was 36 at the time. I was rather proud of that effort.
(David CopAFeel Used to be The_Elcat - Spouting crap since 1970., Sat 25 Apr 2009, 3:43, Reply)