Be thankful, things could be worse! Part II

[pcbear 10,924]

Even Big Wayne Shaw would not eat that pie.

[jimgers 565]

I asked the wife for anal, she agreed I get one shag a year now.

[BLUEDIGNITY 33,715]

12 hours ago, Young Bob said:

To be continued?

 

 

. . . as Bernadette slowly came to, she suddenly realised the all too familiar taste of blood in her mouth. “No again!” she thought to herself. “ I cannae take this any mair.”

But that was the price she had to pay for years for years of dental hygiene neglect. She cast her mind back to last night, watching Declan reach for that copper piping before bursting into tears. “Ah’m sorry!” he sobbed. “Ah don’t know whit came o’er me. It just brought back memories ye know.” And with that he pulled his over worn shirt back on and ran out the door into the drizzly Robroyston night.

It was now 8.40am and there was still no sign of him returning home. This wasn’t unusual though. “He’ll be awright but.”, she thought to herself. “He’ll jist be lying somewhere in his piss stained trackies and a pile of his ain puke as per.”

At that point little Henrik burst through the bedroom door. “Here Ma! Whit’s fur breakfast? The taxi’s gonnae be here tae take us tae school in five minutes!”

“There’s a six pack a’ Cheesy Wotsits in the cupboard. Share them oot wi yer brothers an’ sisters. And while yer at it gonnae geez ma fags o’er. Ah’m pyoor chokin’!” Henrik handed her the ten pack of Mayfair cigarettes whilst trying to sneak one out of the packet for himelf, but Bernadette was wise to this – nobody stole her “fags”. “Ah telt yoo afore! Nae fags til yer in secondary school ya wee shite! An’ how come that taxi isnae here for yooz yet? Ah’m phonin’ that social tae get this sortit– at this rate ah’d be better takin’ yeez tae school masel!

Five minutes later and the children were on their way to school. Bernadette lay in bed and lit her second cigarette of the morning. Her thoughts returned to the previous night and how her yearnings were not satisfied following Declan’s latest breakdown. She lifted her framed photo of Henrik Larsson and slid her hand down inside her five for a pound Primark underwear. “Aw Henrik,” she whispered, “Ah’d love tae fun oot whit yoo could dae wi that tongue!”

Henrik was sometimes the only sexual solace she could find. He never judged her. He just grinned back with his arms outstretched and that long tongue protruding from his golden smile, Declan never made her feel this good. She knew giving birth to seven children had taken its toll on her body and she knew he knew it too. One time he even commented that she had “a fanny like a hippo’s yawn!”

Just as Bernadette’s juices started flowing, she heard a crash at the door . . .

 

[Bad Robot 21,512]

?? is it no royston though lol

[LochendBilly 8,423]

Fuckin lovin it BD

[Billythebear77 10,386]

1 hour ago, BLUEDIGNITY said:

 

 

. . . as Bernadette slowly came to, she suddenly realised the all too familiar taste of blood in her mouth. “No again!” she thought to herself. “ I cannae take this any mair.”

But that was the price she had to pay for years for years of dental hygiene neglect. She cast her mind back to last night, watching Declan reach for that copper piping before bursting into tears. “Ah’m sorry!” he sobbed. “Ah don’t know whit came o’er me. It just brought back memories ye know.” And with that he pulled his over worn shirt back on and ran out the door into the drizzly Robroyston night.

It was now 8.40am and there was still no sign of him returning home. This wasn’t unusual though. “He’ll be awright but.”, she thought to herself. “He’ll jist be lying somewhere in his piss stained trackies and a pile of his ain puke as per.”

At that point little Henrik burst through the bedroom door. “Here Ma! Whit’s fur breakfast? The taxi’s gonnae be here tae take us tae school in five minutes!”

“There’s a six pack a’ Cheesy Wotsits in the cupboard. Share them oot wi yer brothers an’ sisters. And while yer at it gonnae geez ma fags o’er. Ah’m pyoor chokin’!” Henrik handed her the ten pack of Mayfair cigarettes whilst trying to sneak one out of the packet for himelf, but Bernadette was wise to this – nobody stole her “fags”. “Ah telt yoo afore! Nae fags til yer in secondary school ya wee shite! An’ how come that taxi isnae here for yooz yet? Ah’m phonin’ that social tae get this sortit– at this rate ah’d be better takin’ yeez tae school masel!

Five minutes later and the children were on their way to school. Bernadette lay in bed and lit her second cigarette of the morning. Her thoughts returned to the previous night and how her yearnings were not satisfied following Declan’s latest breakdown. She lifted her framed photo of Henrik Larsson and slid her hand down inside her five for a pound Primark underwear. “Aw Henrik,” she whispered, “Ah’d love tae fun oot whit yoo could dae wi that tongue!”

Henrik was sometimes the only sexual solace she could find. He never judged her. He just grinned back with his arms outstretched and that long tongue protruding from his golden smile, Declan never made her feel this good. She knew giving birth to seven children had taken its toll on her body and she knew he knew it too. One time he even commented that she had “" a fanny like a hippos yawn!"

Just as Bernadette’s juices started flowing, she heard a crash at the door . . .

 

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1 hour ago, BLUEDIGNITY said:

One time he even commented that she had “a fanny like a hippo’s yawn!”

Will get some  in for the next instalment