your stories guys and girls would love do one for my 50th with loads of fit birds....................
Won't go into details but we had friends in Surrey who lived in an old rectory.Suffice it to say that he said that the vicar would be spinning in his grave if he could see what was happening in his old house at the parties they threw.
I had a voluntary job in an old peoples home when i was 17 and every Wednesday there was an hour when the duty managers changed shifts leaving me in charge, well like a red rag to a bull i dosed all the old people up on trancs and steamed in. A few of the old ducks were up for it but they had no choice anyway, i still remember the snap of Glenda`s hip as i roughly took her dry twat forcibly from behind. Heady days.
Loads of times... I used to do a bit of gardening for Hugh Heffner. After I'd finished mowing his lawn he used to invite me in for a glass of shampers, a few lines of coke and then we'd bang all the playmates.
