handsome joe
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A long time ago while scuba diving in Thailand i went with friends to a club in Bangkok. The ladies performance included ping pongs and lighted candles being magically extinguished.....you get the picture. Her name was Ms Super Pussy! No understatement there then.
One of my friends, who basically wanted/tried/succeeded to shag anything that moved, approached her when she came off stage and asked her to have drink with us. When she agreed my he looked liked he'd gone to heaven.
Anyway as the evening rolled on Ms Super Pussy lost more and more interest in friend number 1 and started to focus in on friend number 2. Now this guy was tall, blonde, blue eyed, athletic, City Bod. The total opposite to small, dark haired, stubble, olive skin Mr Leech friend number 1.
The evening came to an end and me and dejected friend number 1 went off somewhere else, leaving friend 2 with a very keen Ms Supper Pussy. That was the last we saw of him.............till the next day.
When he arrived back, mid lunch, at our guesthouse he looked like he’d been in ravaged by pit-bulls in a force 9 gale. He told us that when evening turned to morning he couldn’t take it anymore. When she aggressively tried to wake him up he pretended to be asleep. And when she disappeared into the shower he took his chance, jumped out of bed, threw on his clothes, and got as far away from there as he could.
He had to go back to bed for some rest at the guesthouse. I think he learned his lesson.
One of my friends, who basically wanted/tried/succeeded to shag anything that moved, approached her when she came off stage and asked her to have drink with us. When she agreed my he looked liked he'd gone to heaven.
Anyway as the evening rolled on Ms Super Pussy lost more and more interest in friend number 1 and started to focus in on friend number 2. Now this guy was tall, blonde, blue eyed, athletic, City Bod. The total opposite to small, dark haired, stubble, olive skin Mr Leech friend number 1.
The evening came to an end and me and dejected friend number 1 went off somewhere else, leaving friend 2 with a very keen Ms Supper Pussy. That was the last we saw of him.............till the next day.
When he arrived back, mid lunch, at our guesthouse he looked like he’d been in ravaged by pit-bulls in a force 9 gale. He told us that when evening turned to morning he couldn’t take it anymore. When she aggressively tried to wake him up he pretended to be asleep. And when she disappeared into the shower he took his chance, jumped out of bed, threw on his clothes, and got as far away from there as he could.
He had to go back to bed for some rest at the guesthouse. I think he learned his lesson.
