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After getting a taste she hit the pedal and we were heading back to a house they were renting. Within two seconds of entering there gaff we were all naked in the sitting room. So I was smashing sharon bent over the drum set and ripped off her Craptown shirt, I stopped pumping and headed over to the floor and picked up my 2002 season Andy Myler shirt , now this was better! take that ya dirty, pikey Craptown sl*g and at the same time I f**k Sharon with a drum stick and I was toe f**king Andrea up the swiss as she lay on the floor. I was about to come so I order the three of them to kneel before Zod as I slap the stomach off my stomach and creamed an equal amount on each of their faces. That's for your horrorific  cover of the Fleetwood Mac 1977 classic Dreams. Oh yeah, I hadn't felt that good since Danny O' Connor scored in the relegation/promotion play off against Galway in 2003.

 

A man needs a diet coke after all that and as I'm sipping on my drink getting ready for round 2, I notice something lurking in the curtains, oh no it can't be it is only f**king Jim Corr. He is slapping the cock off himself with one hand and holding a camcorder with the other. The sick voyeur f**k recorded the whole thing. What kind of f**king freaky family are these ****s. Reality kicked in, you are in Craptown and this kind of sh*t happens everyday. All of a sudden and from behind a rope is noosed around my neck. I can't breath. Shaz jumps on my lap and Caz grabs my hands and throws me to the floor. Andrea then handcuffs my hands behind my back. Before I know it I have Jim Corr's 15" cock down my throath. He is deep throaten me like a mother f**ker, I'm gagging and notice Shaz flicking her bean as she licks the juice running down a turned on Carolines leg. Andrea is recording the whole thing as I give Linda Loveless a run for her money. Jim is up for it now and before I know it I'm on my stomach and he is smashing me from behind. I can feel the pre-come mixed with what no doubt is blood running down my legs. He is roaring, ranting and raving about 9/11 as he knocks the hole clean off me, I pass out, my last memory been Jim saying something about Princess Diana been murdered in a Paris tunnel.

 

I awake outside the train station fully clothed, my wallet and money still in place. I board the train minus my anal and oral virginity but still have three points in the bag. Was it worth it? course it was, who we planning next week?

After getting a taste she hit the pedal and we were heading back to a house they were renting. Within two seconds of entering there gaff we were all naked in the sitting room. So I was smashing sharon bent over the drum set and ripped off her Craptown shirt, I stopped pumping and headed over to the floor and picked up my 2002 season Andy Myler shirt , now this was better! take that ya dirty, pikey Craptown sl*g and at the same time I f**k Sharon with a drum stick and I was toe f**king Andrea up the swiss as she lay on the floor. I was about to come so I order the three of them to kneel before Zod as I slap the stomach off my stomach and creamed an equal amount on each of their faces. That's for your horrorific  cover of the Fleetwood Mac 1977 classic Dreams. Oh yeah, I hadn't felt that good since Danny O' Connor scored in the relegation/promotion play off against Galway in 2003.

 

A man needs a diet coke after all that and as I'm sipping on my drink getting ready for round 2, I notice something lurking in the curtains, oh no it can't be it is only f**king Jim Corr. He is slapping the cock off himself with one hand and holding a camcorder with the other. The sick voyeur f**k recorded the whole thing. What kind of f**king freaky family are these ****s. Reality kicked in, you are in Craptown and this kind of sh*t happens everyday. All of a sudden and from behind a rope is noosed around my neck. I can't breath. Shaz jumps on my lap and Caz grabs my hands and throws me to the floor. Andrea then handcuffs my hands behind my back. Before I know it I have Jim Corr's 15" cock down my throath. He is deep throaten me like a mother f**ker, I'm gagging and notice Shaz flicking her bean as she licks the juice running down a turned on Carolines leg. Andrea is recording the whole thing as I give Linda Loveless a run for her money. Jim is up for it now and before I know it I'm on my stomach and he is smashing me from behind. I can feel the pre-come mixed with what no doubt is blood running down my legs. He is roaring, ranting and raving about 9/11 as he knocks the hole clean off me, I pass out, my last memory been Jim saying something about Princess Diana been murdered in a Paris tunnel.

 

I awake outside the train station fully clothed, my wallet and money still in place. I board the train minus my anal and oral virginity but still have three points in the bag. Was it worth it? course it was, who we planning next week?

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