Late night sandwich
17 years old at her parent's home in Tenby...she dropped hints heavy enough to sink the Titanic and I still wasn't sure what to do. Eventually she whipped my old man out, climbed on board and rode me on the sofa late one night...a magnificent performance lasting at least a minute. Whilst recovering and silently congratulating myself I noticed a shape at the door. Her dad in his dressing gown, mumbling something about making sandwiches, and then hurrying away! Luckily I was due to drive home the next day (200 miles away thank god) but the radiator exploded in my old mini and my girlfriend insisted that we go to her dad for help. That was fun. He fixed it up pronto, sorted the bill and filled the tank...I couldn't look him in the eye once!
(User_Death_Imminent, Wed 9 Mar 2005, 21:14, Reply)