“Call those tits, these are tits,” Sandra declared and she hoisted her tee shirt over her head and popped her DD breasts out of her bra cups, “What’s up Miguel?”
He looked very uncomfortable, “You want fucked?”
“Well we didn’t come for the ballroom dancing!” Irene declared, “Find us some boys!”
“Chop Chop,” said Sandra, “Bollocks, where’s the bog? “Boys, bring ’em on, that’s what we came for!” Sandra insisted. “Oh it’s gorgeous,” Irene announced as she took a sip of 35% proof Orange Juice and Vodka
“MMmm,” Sandra agreed, “Gorgeous!”
“You want fuck now?” Miguel asked. The phone on the wall rang, Justin answered it “Yes Club 18 -22,” he agreed motioning Sebastian to be quiet, “How may I help?”
“Well we wants to go on trip to Spain next month, but we’re a bit short.” Sandra explained. “Right?” John exclaimed in mild confusion, “Eenie Meenie Miney, Mo,” and by that time his brother John who was Mike really had Sandra pressed firmly against the en suite door post as he fumbled with a reluctant Mates condom as he tried to roll