Meanwhile, the afore mentioned Dr Cockfoster made sure that the lovely Maid Marion and the somewhat horny Robin attended his clinic for the usual medical, mainly done on the excuse that Robin needed to renew his crossbow licence. As the two of these merry men 9well merry man and merry woman, had they been tasting too much Sandeman port?) entered the good doctor's clinic, they were met by the deviant nurse, Erotica. She ordered them both to strip off, despite the fact that they only had a headache, and proceeded to check the two of them in a most thorough way. Erotica did such a good job in this medical that Robin may not need a crossbow, his long staff was man enough for any job, man or woman. As for poor Marian, she was such a quivering heap of jelly, she was in no fit state to stop Dr Cockfoster taking her internal body temperature with his red bulbed thermometer. As Marian was now almost on her last breath due to extreme stimulation, erotica had no alternative but to administer mouth to mouth, well at least this would save Triar Fruck having to administer the last rights. While this was going on, the good Dr Cockfoster, he that originally practiced in Gloucester, had done more tests on Robin, including the usual grab of the long staff to check for hernias, and had made sure that all was in working order for any future battles of the sexes, or just plain sex for that matter. As the two maid their way out to the waiting Little John in his latest model horse drawn cart, he had to use some of his ill gotten gains for personal pleasure, they sat there in their still naked state, carrying their clothes under their arms, and asked themselves, "Was this real or was it a dream"?
Put us down for the job of Dr Cockfoster, Robin's doctor, and his randy nurse, Erotica!!
Upon hearing that the shagfest was goin down this Friday, in some gin joint between the southside of Gangville and the dirtiest town in the west, Shaggers Creek, the law were bound to try find out what was going to happen. The Fedora wearing, cloke clad, Sandeman (yes, Tom the knife had merely winged him) showed his true identity, a member of the Chicago law enforcement society that had got lost somewhere during the making of the Blues Brothers. Would the identity of the location be kept secret or would the whole thing be exposed both by the law and the Sunday World? Would this meeting of the best minds of the fornication underworld have the night of all nights, and a good plate of pasta, making use of both the true and fake phallus. yes folks, their heist was that good they came away with both. On the other hand, would the Sandeman spoil the day and drift in the door with his trademark "Well hello the Tom the knife, cut me in on the deal". Did you honestly think that the Sandeman upheld the law by the book, like hell he did, he was not beyond breaking the law to try keep it, but this time had he bitten off more than he could chew?
The table that contained a big plate of carbonara, well this story is about the cosa nostra isn't it, the plate that Tom the knife had so carefully prepared for the looming shagfest. would the carbonara be to the satisfaction of the doyen of pasta, the swing2wex himself, the son of the city of Florence back in mama Italia. Would the knife take the heat out of the fallout of the Sandeman job? Would the knife have it in him to make his tagliatelli tickle bonny, would his fusilli flatter mrs swing or most of all, would his macaroni match the needs of lips newbie? If it all went wrong, would this story turn into a spagetti western???????????????
So Newbie stood there, complete with her bottle of Sandeman, and looked at the plank, or maybe was it the planks that bought the plank, and figured out should it be hung vertically or laid horizontally. Either ways, she wanted the men to be hung vertically while they planked her horrizontally!!!
Titan,
Havin see you goin down, i can well imagine you are PADI certified. Seriously though, keep in touch and we will let you know how things get on. We would like to hear from couples as well, try keep the whole thing balanced so to speak.
J&S
Hi Folks, we have started a new group for swingers that are interested in all things underwater, snorkelling, diving etc. We would like to hear from other couples that are into the joys of underwater life, but also like swinging (or just having a good oggle at women in wetsuits). We are thinking of possibly organising a trip to combine the two pastimes to the west coast, possibly an island offshore, and would like to hear from people that would be interested.
Well Folks, having chatted to three other couples at a party on Saturday night, we all can't get in to the chat room. I think we can safely say it's knackered. We will just have to have sex instead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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