“Bad enough thin end first but,” Mum says as she shows us the picture of a Stella Artois bottle rammed up Jasmine’s cunt. ‘Bollocks,’ I thought, ‘How will the lads get to Henry’s first,’ then I thought ‘She’s a woman, she’ll get lost with a bit of help.’
I made me apologies to the lads and said for them to leg it around Henry’s toot sweet, thats French, means quick like, and then I took the posh bint for a guided tour of back streets of Wetherfield, twenty five minutes easy and we ended up less than a hundred yards from where we started. Sex vedio “Oooooooh” Jasmine coos, “Oh that’s soooo good,” whether she even knew Siggy was rubbered up and lubing it ready to spear her ass I ain’t sure but she didn’t look like saying no any time soon, “Ooooh,” she says again. “Its fucking Vick not Vaseline,” I replied. I looked at April, she looked at me, “Bloody amateurs,” she laughed. I done me bit, mister responsible me, I handed round the condoms, nothing quite as funny as a bloke in a black leather jacket, white tee shirt and blue and jeans with his fly undone and a red johnny stretched over his straining cock, red against the white and blue, sort of patriotic in a twisted sort of way.
