would you care for vinegar on that
One very drunken night out in our local teeny pulling palace, I managed to cop off with a plain but clearly gagging for it bird. Not only did she own her own home which was a very attractive proposition to a 19 year old, her dad was landlord at a great pub in a village near to where I lived. Bonus! On getting back to hers we quickly got down to business. Clothes off in a whirlwind and I got a my head pushed down into a flabby mop that reeked of a well vinegared kipper. too drunk to do anything but panic, i choked back my gag reflex and actually tongued this for a couple of minutes before having to come up to save my sense of smell. For some reaon I then agreed to have her put a rubber on me then hump me for all she was worth. I didn't come and didn't lie about it either. I woke up early and left. I haven't told anyone about her in nealy 15 years! I felt used.
(kaptinkurtz, Sun 17 Jun 2007, 20:40, Reply)