When I was a wee little bairn I suckled from the nip-nips of my wet nurse, the eminent Norfolk antiquarian, Aunty Gary (pictured, above). All well and good you might think, but I have a guilty secret...
You see, the truth is that we Weedy Shack dwellers continue to enjoy the delicious bounty of Aunty Gary's man-titties to this very day. Indeed, just this afternoon I sat with Sally No and savoured a delicious shake produced by his fecundate man mounds (and highly 'yum yum in my tum' it was too!). In fact, I would go so far as to say that Aunty Gary's milk - mmm, so thick and creamy- is one of the very best things about hanging out in the Shack. I'm forever shouting out,
"First class nip-nips Aunty!" - praise which is greeted by a threatening sneer of pleasure from the dignified old gal.
"First class nip-nips Aunty!" - praise which is greeted by a threatening sneer of pleasure from the dignified old gal.
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Lucinda Felatio-Palmer said...
ReplyDeleteI just don't swallow your story. You are a fantasist of the lowest kind. I would sack any maid of mine caught reading the verminous garbage!
Kevin Stepsilver said...
ReplyDeleteeye likes the zound off it
Hello Dearies,
ReplyDeleteMy Earnie used to suckle from my old scrawnies, and I'd lactate all over the place when I was riding on him...
Shame... he's dead now - the fucking bastard.
The Silence of Mandy said...
ReplyDeleteLady Peter Whimsey said...
ReplyDeleteFlotsam, jetsom, frippery & tosh!