“Where the blokes wear skirts?” Martha asked, “Kinky.”
“You going or what?” Ffores asked. “Neither do I!” says Al as if it was the funniest thing since Nick Clegg and he just about pissed his self laughing. XXX We droned north at a steady ninety, speed cameras flashing like flash bulbs at the sight of Kate Middleton’s tits, Al had the cruise control on, that’s a block of concrete on the throttle, and he lay back in the seat steering with his knee like you do on a long haul. “Oi not up there!” Martha protested as my cock slipped and jabbed at the ass hole. “Ye’ll be needing a bed?” she declares. “I ent bin to the fucking Islands, only Fort fucking William,” I says. I reckon he fucked up because after the third time I stalled the cunt the fucking battery rolled over and died
