“You’re mad!” Doris opined. We hurtled into Wellington I think it was at nearly ninety, it seemed a shame to slow down when she was running so beautifully so I didn’t, poor Doris went a ghostly shade of white and then when we came to the hills I went down to third gear and charged up the inclines with a deafening roar from the unsilenced exhausts. ass porn “Yes sir,” he agreed, “I saw her, pretty little thing.”
“Says I need a better car,” I said. “How so?” I asked, and she looked at me in a most peculiar way. “No, they showed her willy,” I explained. “Yes indeed Geoffrey, you’re certainly boring,” he said, “But who’s the popsie?”
“This is Doris, she’s a prostitute!” I said. “Not really,” I replied though my mind was spinning with the immensity of her revelations. I slept like a log and in the morning I woke to a tinkling sensation, Doris had the bedclothes thrown back and was kneeling over me wearing my shirt and kissing my willy which was standing up vertically with the veins clearly outlined and very very hard.
