We hurtled into Wellington I think it was at nearly ninety, it seemed a shame to slow down when she was running so beautifully so I didn’t, poor Doris went a ghostly shade of white and then when we came to the hills I went down to third gear and charged up the inclines with a deafening roar from the unsilenced exhausts. XXNX “Gosh,” I replied, “Lot to take in, are all girls, sort of, you know, the same?”
“Not the same sir, some’s bigger and some’s smaller and some’s hairier and just a few’s shaved like mine,” she said saucily. “Oh, well,” I said, “I’ll wish you good day,” and I slipped away. “Look Mummy, it’s dinner time and I’m famished.” I reminded them. “I need to stop for a pee,” Doris announced. “Oh for cripes sake!” I said, “We’ll be late, can’t you pee in an empty petrol tin?”
“No!” she said abruptly. “I won’t, I’ll go home!” she said angrily. “Geoffrey,” Angela sighed, “You can fornicate here on the lounge carpet or dining table for all I care!”
“That’s jolly decent of you,” I agreed, “Lead on Kitty!”
“She was being sarcastic!” Kitty explained but I had already lifted her skirt and pulled her pants down ready to roger her, “Geoffrey please!”
