Hoorah! Marjorie's off to Cowes Week with my future-son-in-law. I get this new and posh and very expensive bed to myself - for once!!
Bugger! Just as I was getting off to sleep, Mary comes in to do the dusting!
But hang on.... she's not carrying her usual cake!!!
But hang on.... she's not carrying her usual cake!!!
Golly, Mary, I exclaimed. You look almost attractive without that cake!
Whoa! I breathed. Steady on! I said almost attractive! But the saucy wench was having none of it! She threw me mercilessly down on the bed. A strange sensation washed over me. I was making love to Mary - and yet I wasn't....
Then Mary appeared at the door, cake in hand as usual: What in the seventh hell....?
"Ah", she grinned, "I see you've met my twin sister Mara!"
"Ah", she grinned, "I see you've met my twin sister Mara!"
Before I knew it, Mary, not missing an opportunity when she saw one, had joined us on the bed for a romping threesome. "Steady on, girls!", I wheezed. "Mind the fucking cake", Mary husked.
Gosh, I thought some hours later, as I came downstairs for breakfast. Topping dream! I must tell Mary about this "twin sister". She was up for a laugh - among other things!
But as I entered the kitchen: "Good morning, Master Paul", Mary winked saucily, "I think my sister is going to settle in here nicely!"
"Aaargh!" I replied
"Aaargh!" I replied
How can I get out of their evil clutches now????