My mates are all absolute flange magnets.
Or so they seem to believe. I'm a gullible sort, so one particular friend of mine had me wondering how he managed to accumulate such a wealth of stories about sordid bonk-fests. I think I was lulled into believing him by the fact he had a horribly unhappy relationship with an absolutely stunning stripper, and also because I once woke up on my friend's couch while he was busily poking the life out of a drunk lassie behind it vigorously enough to shake me awake.

I'm useless with women, so I shrugged and put it down to one of those things I'd never understand. That was until I saw him in action!

I was baffled as to why women found the sight of him and my other mate, stamping about pissed as lords and shouting the words to Gold at the top of their lungs, absolutely irresistible, but there they were, chatting up two women at the end of the night. And they came with us to the kebab shop, so I assumed this intangible attraction they held must be working it's magic. I plonked my arse down on a bench outside the shop and waited for them coming out, and a few moments later one of the "ladies" fell sideways out the door. She looked a bit impatient as her friends were standing chatting just inside. She opened the door and shouted "Come on, before those fuckin wankers get back or we'll never get away!"

The smug grin I had on my face the next day as that regailed me with tales of how gagging for it those lassies had been. Smashing.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:53, 1 reply)

Needless to say, you had the last laugh there.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 18:16, closed)