Whoretopsy piosenki

Ned thought he was cool. He started a special men's club. On Tuesdays they would meet in his shed. Kneeling on picnic blankets, they all nude up wearing nothing but socks. "I'd like to thank you for all your continued support. Now I'll pass round the bowl....

Mr Jenkins is not the full quid and stands about 4ft 10. Since he was the tender age of 13 he was always keen to help at Rob Morrison's shop. Rob's the local butcher and part time taxidermist to some of the hunters and fishermen in this quiet little town....

Pam thinks her husband is an idiot. "Fuck you Ned you are a wanker", drunkenly muttering to herself. With half a slab of UDL under her belt. She staggers out to the paddock to his precious shed. Jack Daniels collectables floor to ceiling, including the old...

Mark Wells and Richard H. Grieves are work mates. When they knock off they get pissed together. Hours pass at the local pub. They decide to go out hunting, a young prostitute their prey. They become erect as they cruise through the back streets looking for...

Twenty-four Bentley St. Sheepishly he passes through the rhododendrons. He pitter-patters to his special spot. Removes his slacks and folds them nice and neat. His sex is wet and ticking in the autumn breeze. Kneeling down, he peers between the broken bli...

“Oh No” Keithy flopped his knob away mid stream. Massive wet patch on his chinos. Pissed as a mute down at the Workers Club. In the uni sex dunnies of all places. In walk some ladies, they see said 'patch'. Keithy staggers back into the cubicle as t...