betty swollocks
large member
Yesterday, I was overtaking an old dear cycling sedately (her, not me!) on her sit up and beg bike, when suddenly I heard a cough, her neck flicked and a great big green grolly flew, like a missile, in front of me.
I discerned muttered 'sorry' as I sailed past, reflecting on my near miss and muttering silent thanks.
I discerned muttered 'sorry' as I sailed past, reflecting on my near miss and muttering silent thanks.