Pounding My Stepsister’s Huge Ass While She’s Trapped in the Washer!

“Fucking hard work, benefits, having to remember to fucking limp.” Nobber said, but no one gave a fuck. “Like a cow?” he laughed. Eporner Me ardour was fading. And dark. “All fucking right, it was only once.” I stammered as me face went bright red, “Ever ready me.”
“Fuck anything anything any time?” John Hunt the bookie from Matson street walked out the bog and started taunting me. Mind you the way she liked fucking convicted pedos up the ass with a sledge hammer handle made me wonder whether she actually was a lesso. It was all wrong and then the pressure release alarm went off in me bollocks. “Fucking racist,” he said shaking his head. “Two hundred, make it five!” Hunt the Cunt taunted. Actually the pub was filling nicely. Poor old Macker Lennon must have been turning in his pit. “Oh its you Allthwaite,” the Police Sergeant said knowingly, “Off home?”
“Nah off down the Mosk for Friday Prayers.” I corrected him. “I crumbled two in her vodka and orange,” Sandra said, “Someone has to look after you.”
“I know,” I said, “I am grateful.”
“Elsie says if I have IVF and have triplets we can get a 3 bedroom council house straight away,” Sandra said all innocent like. “Not so bad,” she said, “Any favorites?”
“Bit of poetry?” I suggested, “The gallows tree?”
“Sit thee down, and rest awhile.”
“And watch the lonely pedophile.” I started
“As swaying gently in the breeze, he dangles from the gallows tree!” she finished, ah that’s poetry. It was no good, me cock did a passable impersonation of a French S Cargo (Snail).