brazenhussy
GCM
Ok lets try to rival the boot necks me thinks.........
There was once a quiet town known as barbican , in the outskirts of plymouth, a quiet quaint area`with little social public houses frequented by tourists, locals and the occasional adventurous matelot or boot neck.
It was in one of these local pubs, The Cider press where our heros met , on one monday evening just after pay day.....................
Josie C was there after an arduous days work,dressed to kill in 3/4 jeans, fmb's, and low cut top , when in walked Brazen ,clad in her customary combat style mini, vest and boots, " blimey Josie, what a cack day - mines a chardonnay"!,
Josie smiled at the wannabe WAG and promptly plonked down a bottle of 1978 Chardonnay and said "ok chick, whats up?"
Brazen grinned and quickly gulped her first glass - "nothing babe, im just fed up and looking for fun........ u ?"
"yeah fun ......... up for that - --- but here??" giggled Josie....
"Ok- reinforcements needed, lets round up the troops" laughed BH,
and pulled her mobile out of her combats.............. first to be called was Mr Tart ,(always good for a laugh), and then Mr Blobby, he was very reliable for fun, especially when beer was involved, then a few girls were drafted in in the guise of Aussie and G_R-
"hey girls we fancy a run ashore- u up for it??) and so the group met....
Josie giggled........ "more vino collapso BH??".......
i think so.......... there's a party on the Hoe going on, shall we gate crash? smirked the hussy.
OOHH only if men are there " giggled the gucci clad Aussie,
"yeah men there - im there BH" purred G_R =........................
So there they were, enjoying a sociable drink when Pol, the scottish sheep shagger appeared, along with his ship mate, Bob(ex rugby star), .....
"Evening all "said the outer hebridian, "Whats happening????"..........
There was once a quiet town known as barbican , in the outskirts of plymouth, a quiet quaint area`with little social public houses frequented by tourists, locals and the occasional adventurous matelot or boot neck.
It was in one of these local pubs, The Cider press where our heros met , on one monday evening just after pay day.....................
Josie C was there after an arduous days work,dressed to kill in 3/4 jeans, fmb's, and low cut top , when in walked Brazen ,clad in her customary combat style mini, vest and boots, " blimey Josie, what a cack day - mines a chardonnay"!,
Josie smiled at the wannabe WAG and promptly plonked down a bottle of 1978 Chardonnay and said "ok chick, whats up?"
Brazen grinned and quickly gulped her first glass - "nothing babe, im just fed up and looking for fun........ u ?"
"yeah fun ......... up for that - --- but here??" giggled Josie....
"Ok- reinforcements needed, lets round up the troops" laughed BH,
and pulled her mobile out of her combats.............. first to be called was Mr Tart ,(always good for a laugh), and then Mr Blobby, he was very reliable for fun, especially when beer was involved, then a few girls were drafted in in the guise of Aussie and G_R-
"hey girls we fancy a run ashore- u up for it??) and so the group met....
Josie giggled........ "more vino collapso BH??".......
i think so.......... there's a party on the Hoe going on, shall we gate crash? smirked the hussy.
OOHH only if men are there " giggled the gucci clad Aussie,
"yeah men there - im there BH" purred G_R =........................
So there they were, enjoying a sociable drink when Pol, the scottish sheep shagger appeared, along with his ship mate, Bob(ex rugby star), .....
"Evening all "said the outer hebridian, "Whats happening????"..........
