He seemed to take a weird pleasure in frequently donning a long brown coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his best to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. “How would we do this?”
“well it’s not exactly just popping a pill into a glass and hey presto! I looked at my innocent wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a little rivulet down the side of her face. We stayed in our respective positions for several moments, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to calm and a sense of reasonable normality to return. We quickly became the best of friends. “Why don’t you come over and sit here, while I take the chair?” I repeated, nodding my head affirmatively. It was unusual for Marie to drink much these days, being usually good to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this particular night, Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and
