Mere jhatko se uske tight chuchian aage peeche ho rahe the to mai uske baghal se hath nikal ke uski chuchion ko pakad lia aur ghacha ghach chodne laga... Lund poora baher nikal nikal ke choot mai ghused deta to uska badan mere dhakke ki takat se aage peeche ho ne lagta. Mai floor pe khada tha aur floor ki grip le ke uske badan pe jhuk gaya the aur bohot zor zor poori takat se chodo raha tha mera musal Lund uski choot ke gehraion me ghuss ke uske bache dani se takra raha tha. Trupti ke muh se. ’ I took notice of the patrons, there were obviously a lot of whores there, as it was too early in the day for them to ply their trade. However having said that, there probably wasn’t a female in the place that hadn’t turned the odd trick to make, ‘a few Bob’ when the occasion arose. (A Bob was a figure of speech for a shilling.) Except for Florence that is. I was appalled at how the women dressed, the cheapest and not too clean clothes, too much make up plastered on. We called them ‘Tarts’ in. The horses running very close together now... some bumping as Maria's Shadow seems to have broken stride for a moment. Wilson's Pegasus by half a length, both jockeys to the whip and at the wire it's... Wilson's Pegasus by a nose. Maria's Shadow is second and Terminator finishes third."Maria's yelp of pain as Jimmy suddenly withdrew his finger was interpreted by the spectators around them as the disappointed cry of a near winner. Maria looked into Jimmy's eyes and for the first time saw. Pass the gravy, ahhh, Bisto!" Isn't it amazing how those silly advertising tag-lines stick in your brain for decades? The delightful mental images of The Bottom began to fade as I absent-mindedly sorted through the yams and onions. With the necessary root veggies in our cart, we headed off to scan the shelves for the gravy mix in aisle seven. More accurately, my wife was scanning the shelves while I leant on the cart glancing left and right just in case.... My prayers were answered! The two.