Filthy business but someone had to do it...
Twenty years ago, invited by a lass to Cambridge of all places. Took the coach there. Got off the bus and basically...got off! Ten minutes after setting foot among the halls of academe she was playing several tunes on my blue-vein picollo on the top deck of a deserted bus as it ploughed through the pouring rain. She only stopped to ring the bell (end) so we could alight!
Once inside her place, things became even more frantic. Not only was this (admitedly rather lovely) blonde piece rather keen on servicing my member but it appeared that it was her only function in life. I wish they were so bloody keen now!
Rather shocked at all this, we concluded several hours later and I limped back to the coach, willy still throbbing after the workout of its life. Fool that I was at that age, I decided to end it and instead took up with the even-bustier but more down-to-earth Geordie bird I was engaged to for four years. Good old times!!