7evens
11-25-2015, 12:58 PM
Upon returning from walking the dog earlier, I caught sight of a parcel in the office that had been signed for and taken in by one of the decorators during my short absence.
The phone rings, I wander about the kitchen with it wedged between ear and shoulder whilst putting back leads, door keys, jacket etc, proceeding to tearing open said parcel..
Tumbling out of the jiffy, landing on the worktop falls a bright **** re-chargeable rabbit with clitoral stimulator.
Eye, eye, methinks, Mrs 7 is dropping a few hints that I'm falling short of expectations .. but no... wait.. Oh **** !... I check the label and horror of horrors... It's for the bint next door.. and it's bloody tracked :yikes:
She's in her 50's, quite a sweet woman but she'll never be able to face me ever again.
Any suggestions how to liberate myself from this dilemmma awmb ?
The phone rings, I wander about the kitchen with it wedged between ear and shoulder whilst putting back leads, door keys, jacket etc, proceeding to tearing open said parcel..
Tumbling out of the jiffy, landing on the worktop falls a bright **** re-chargeable rabbit with clitoral stimulator.
Eye, eye, methinks, Mrs 7 is dropping a few hints that I'm falling short of expectations .. but no... wait.. Oh **** !... I check the label and horror of horrors... It's for the bint next door.. and it's bloody tracked :yikes:
She's in her 50's, quite a sweet woman but she'll never be able to face me ever again.
Any suggestions how to liberate myself from this dilemmma awmb ?