Meanwhile....
Vagina, a bit nervous herself, made small adjustments to the sky blue satin gown. Licked her lips, ran her tongue over her....teeth.
She paused for a moment's reflection. Paddy (for that was his name, or might as well have been, as he was Irish) was a lout, but a stalwart lout, she thought. Perhaps he drank a wee bit too much, but, well, he could do that afterwards, could he not? And she did fit so well in his strong arms.
Makes for a change from the vacuum cleaner, anyway, she thought as she swept out of the room, rushing to greet him... |
