Stuffed by nosy park-ers!
Dear Krystal, WHY can’t some people keep their noses out of other people’s business.
I got a bloody fine the other day just because some stuck-up snobs decided to complain while me and my fella were having a spot of fun.
We’d had a couple of pints of cider in the pub, then gone to the park with a few cans and some crisps.
He got a bit fruity – like he always does when he’s had a drink, bless him – and shoved his hand into my tracky bottoms and started getting me horny.
Pretty soon he’s streched me out on the bench, pulled off his stuff and he’s giving me a good seeing-to.
It felt great, what with all the healthy fresh air and him going at it and me with my legs round his neck – what could be more natural.
But then some stuck-up cow comes over with a crowd of others and a toytown cop and we get hauled off.
They’re a bloody pain, aren’t they?