Recent Blog: BARE FOOT MANIACS BAREFOOTMANIACS.COM leant back in the chair and considered what he was going to do for the rest of the day. The beach was out, rainy and blowing. He could go down the pub and pick up some beach bunny for a shag or two, but their conversation was mind numbingly boring. Emnem this, Emnem that. Certainly not music. Boring repititious little prick. Still, his own parents had been ostracised by his grandparents over the Beatles and the Stones. How about the librarian? It had been a week since he had bounced her wonderfully bulging bod about the bed. Nah, she was away on some course or other. What about the old sheila from the prawn trawlers? He¡¦d enjoyed a pre-dawn attempted emascalation by that horny bitch Sylvia the day before and she was now out for three days chasing a big school of prawns.
The door bell rang. Jason wondered who it could be. The house was fairly well secluded and the only female other than the cleaning lady who knew about its location was the librarian, and she was out of town.
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