The American Dream Time of the Supporating Spoor.
"I want to leave" Derek moaned hungrily. "Leave what"? rasped Angel vociferously - "We've only just got here you whining cunt"
"I know but, but it's so quiet here, and my asparagus is limp - I certainly didn't expect a night like this for a blind date."
Angel leaned back in her chair, took a good look at Derek. He WAS quite good looking in his own way - the large white Aran jumper offset his red curly hair in a fetching way, though his patched denim dungarees were decidingly wrong.
Laughlingly she murmured 'Derek, I enjoy it anyway, lets stay a while. I'm getting . . . . antsy"
"You have ants? Where? I did not sign up for this?! mmm I'm tired" Derek declaimed whilst passively stroking his huge boner.
"You listen to me you turdburglar, I want to asky you something"
"Yes"? Derek simpered, his erect tool was now making a tentpole mess of his dungarees, and he had to go to the toilet.
"WHAT is it" Angel smiled "That you do for a living"?
"Who cares" Derek sighed in a flamboyant way. He suddenly noticed the waiter - who had been scowling at them both for the last while. The waiter was a middle eastern looking type, middle aged. With oiled hair and a luxuriant gigantic beard. He also had boobs. Two of them and massive. "Eurhg you crunt two faarkpieugs gret ot"
"Say what"? nimbled Angel - she deftly took her spoon at aimed it directly at the waiters knee. "Krakaow!!" squeaked the waiter as Derek took into him with his clogged feet. "Take that" he sneered lasciviously, whilst stroking his throbbing organ against the side of the table.
"He is kind of cute I suppose", demured angel to herself. Angel was a beautiful woman of 32, broad shouldered with rosy cheeks and blue eyes. She was dressed in a simle fashion - she did not have to try to be beautiful - she just was. Tonight for her date with Derek, her s****r Bunty had helped her dress. She wore a black polyester mini with a large red polyester cardigan. Her make up was applied liberally but tastefully. Her heaving cleavage was offset by her large jangly earrings which she had bought at the fair for the homeless.
"What next?" moaned Derek as he smashed his wanger from side to side off the face of the prone waiter.
"This", roared Angel - she took his hand in hers, they left together. They caught the metro home. They'd only just met, but this was just the beginning.
The beginning of the end.
"Why?" Derek declaimed as Angel mounted his torrid pulsating dong. "It's now or never" she smiled sweetly as she thrusted harder and harder on his massive shaft. His dungarees were damp by now, but he didn't care - he felt he loved Angel. And he wanted to prove it.
Suddenly bursting from the toilet Derek rammed his tumeltous tool into the fridge.
"Bring it on baby!" "It's time for coolnuts!"
Angel sighed, leaned back, and began to dream of what could be, whilst gently rubbing her beautiful protruding flaps. She suddenly squirted all over Patchy the dog who had been observing the whole scene ruefully.
"Woof!" barked Patchy. "You arent the only one", murmured Angel delicately.
"I'm in Love."