In Pontefract Wetherspoon with no knickers and a skirt on. Arse cheeks showing underneath. Only time I've stood at bar with a hard on. Couldn't believe my eyes.
A crude story, totally out of character, but back in my Uni days I was once at a night club chatting up a cybergoth called Anna, and to show my masculinity I offered to carry her home on my shoulders. She was wearing a tiny leather skirt and no underwear and I could feel the back of my neck being “kissed” every time I stepped off a pavement.
Lol Ponty is a reight neet art Ahem. Allegedly.. I forget the name of the place, but our nights started with a pint of wine I **** you not lol Have a good neet lad
Hahahahaha if ya do "Reply" it removes the post title as icer has done...completely changes the direction of ya post SD...
Tuesday night in kikos was always referred to as ‘no knicker night Not that I ever went in my time as a single