i was once having dinner
with my friend caro in the cafe rouge on shep bush road when this horrible old man shuffled up to the window. there's a fair few homeless, alcoholics and general mentals wandering around that sexy part of london. he grinned at us and started massaging his cock through his trousers. i didn't really notice, as i had seen him and looked away, but then caro suddenly said in tones of disgust and real disappointment, "oh lovely, and now he's WANKING."

so i looked. [out of instinct not desire.]

just at the precise moment that he slid his scrofulous penis out of his pants and waved it at us.

weightwatchers should use this diet plan. horny old tramp cock at every dinner table? you'd never ever eat again.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sat 30 May 2009, 11:43, 1 reply)

Yay for Shep's Bush Road!
Click for local B3tan.
(Land of Green Ginger It's dreamy weather, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:49, closed)