“What you reckon Dessie?” I asks, “Lock fucking drilled out or sledge hammer?”
“I’ll call the police!” Desmond threatened. “Look please, I’ll pay!” Desmond cried. Xxx “Thought wrong, where’s our kit!” I demanded. “Right,” I says. “Lets stick a rubber on and then we can do something really nice,” Sandra says and she takes a Durex and expertly rolls it on his cock as it pokes from his Pyjamas and then she unties the cord and lets the PJ trousers fall to the ground. We went down and there was a couple of tins of Lidle own brand beer, tastes like cats piss, not that I drink cats piss but its like you expect cats piss to taste. “Do you want it up your ass?” Sandra asks, “You do, don’t you you naughty boy!”
“No, no, leave me alone, it’s too big!” Lionel protested.
