I married a widdow, Elsie Sugden. By eck, I thought, what a lass, and that’s when I had a notion. desi xxx Elsie always wanted new clobber long afore the old were wore out, her’d of wanted flowers and the whole bloody shebang. “Bugger me our Lucy,” I says, “Why the ‘ell didn’t I think of that!”
“Yer gettin’ old, and I had a good teacher,” she happily as she climbed off me and wiped her sen on table cloth. Our Elsie pushed me tea in front of me. I went outside to have a word, “Eee lass thee’s fit.” I says to our Lucy. Its bloody funny what love does to thee. “Da,” Lucy says, “Can we go somewhere more private?”
“Nay, bugger it, me saps up,” I says, “Bend over table our Lucy I’ll poke thee from behind.”
Our Elsie made a space and Lucy dropped her mans breeches what she wore and bent over table.
