Group Teri Diver - Peter North TeamSkeet

You wish to fuck my shithole? she asked Continue reading. I should have said no, fucking boomerang breakfast it was, black pudding, haggis, kipper, all cooked in axle grease and it all came back up a half hour later, fucking jocks. Still she was grateful and it saved the Vicar from having to shag both of them so it was me good deed for the fucking year wasn't it? We went to Glasgow then right across to Edinburgh where they fucked about banging and shunting until every fucker was woke up and then we fucked off back the way we come with a load of other coaches tacked on and the sitting coach took off, no I don't have a fucking clue why . . I have cut this part of my story a bit short, Pam died on the 3 /7/1965 of a blood clot in the brain

You wish to fuck my shithole? she asked Continue reading. I should have said no, fucking boomerang breakfast it was, black pudding, haggis, kipper, all cooked in axle grease and it all came back up a half hour later, fucking jocks. Still she was grateful and it saved the Vicar from having to shag both of them so it was me good deed for the fucking year wasn't it? We went to Glasgow then right across to Edinburgh where they fucked about banging and shunting until every fucker was woke up and then we fucked off back the way we come with a load of other coaches tacked on and the sitting coach took off, no I don't have a fucking clue why . . I have cut this part of my story a bit short, Pam died on the 3 /7/1965 of a blood clot in the brain