She dropped her towel to reveal her taught vaginal lips and pert supple breasts. Slowly, my eyes wandered up her lithe, tanned body. Our eyes met.. locked in a reciprocal gaze that seemed to last an eternity. It was only then that I realised "F*ck she's spotted my peephole!"
It's a long way off, but I'm in the process of writing a charity single, for fickos who can't be bothered to talk properly, to highlight the plight of rough sleepers. It's going to be called "Duvet know it's Christmas"