“So what are we waiting for?” she asked as she headed for Aunt Bessies’s old room. Xnxx com “No,” I told her, “I’m going to manufacture Fucking Machines.”
“Oh,” she said, “Can I have one?”
“Minimum order is ten,” I informed her, “that’s two hundred thousand pounds.”
“I’ll test them then.” she said. “Took a lot out of her, poor love.” I said “But no, I haven’t fucked her.”
“Then keep it that way.” he said and slammed the phone down. and there it was in my mind, the WEC 2010, Fucking Machine par excellence, I couldn’t wait to tell Sarah, except she was gone, and it was two a.m. There was an oil reservoir in the con rod that I missed, guiltily I topped it up and the oil hissed against the overheated metal. It was amazing the way Sarah had changed, was it only three years since we met, got drunk, had twins and married, and eight months since she found she preferred a black footballer and instigated divorce proceedings which meant I was having to sell the riverside house my great great grandfather had designed and built back in the eighteen nineties with a huge water wheel to harness the river’s power and drive a generator to provide electricity.
