I think son's friends are off limits!!!
But just THINK of their stamina
I think son's friends are off limits!!!
But just THINK of their stamina
I embarrass myself on a regular basis, just a habit I have.
Couple of months back I left uni and started looking for a job whilst I looked for something more long term. I had a pizza delivered to the house and thought I'd ask the bloke if he was looking for any delivery drivers, turns out he was, bingo. First nights work was the next day which was a bank holiday Sunday, I put off all of my plans to go on a pub crawl in Newcastle and went to the pizza shop at 6pm. First delivery was straight away and I done it no problem, got back to the shop, fill the car up with pizzas and go to start the car to find that it wouldn't f***ing start! Half of the chefs etc that worked in there were out trying to fix my car but to no avail...they weren't impressed to say the least.
Eventually about 20 minutes later it started working so I done 3 more deliveries, went back to the shop again and again filled the car up, drove about 2 miles away and the engine cut out when going down a hill, so I pulled over, rang the shop and they had to get somebody who works there to pick me up, drop me off at home and drop the pizzas off that I couldn't deliver. Mightn't sound a lot but it was f***ing horrible, was in the house sat in front of the tele at 8pm, what a disaster!
Double whammy.......
Works party in the City 1980 ish.... pulled typist, back to her parents house in Whitechapel on night bus.... furtive entry through alleyway at rear,
Did they give you some dough
Do you think now would be an appropriate time to dig some of those out? I'm sure if I look far enough back I could find some we both remember!
Pmsl - yes - caravans and vicars studies spring to mind - happy days hunny - how are you xxxx
I remember you coming to visit me at GB camp at Broadstone Warren!!! Lol and nearly being caught!!!!
Subtle eh?!!Is that some kind of euphemism?
I was going out with a girl, a long time ago, we were both about 19.
Anyhow we used to get frisky in her parents' dining room which was at the front of the house next to the front door.
This one time her parents had gone out and we were taking advantage of our privacy by partaking in a prolonged bout of 69. Suddenly theres a knock on the window (the curtains were drawn) and we both know we've got about 20 seconds before her parents have opened the front door and walked in the room.
So we're frantically pulling on our clothes and I just about manage to get my tshirt and jeans on as her mum walks in the room.
Anyhow I'm sitting on the sofa with an uncomfortable hard-on as she's telling me about her evening when I shoot my load in my pants.
Trying to look normal was difficult.
Afterwards I explained my unpleasant experience to my girlfriend who seemed to get rather upset that her mum had made me come. She didn't seem to understand that it was her that had done all the hard work and the shock had probably tipped me over the edge.
We split up soon after that.
The winner for me! The best bit being your g/f thinking her mum had made you come and getting the strop! Made me LOL!
Be honest. Was it a Mrs Robinson moment?