29-07-2011, 07:58
Actually it was a very naughty big hard thing, as it was so deep down my throat when it spat it went right down and I don't swallow (that is why I'm so slim) but in this instance I had no choice.
It was one of those moments when you wern't sure if you should be savouring the moment having enjoyed it or be Mrs Cross for having been indulged in something you didn't ask for.
It was one of those moments when you wern't sure if you should be savouring the moment having enjoyed it or be Mrs Cross for having been indulged in something you didn't ask for.