Busty in love with the man with the golden tongue

busty idolBy the time you read this I should be on a plane for my well-earned long weekend away in Eastern Europe to check out the lovely fellas who like nothing more than a hottie with glasses.
As you may recall, according to the data geeks at PornHub, Hungary is the country where glasses porn is searched most often, followed by Poland and Croatia.
I say I should be on the plane, but I won’t be, having had a rather amazing lunch with one of the Hawkins brothers from Verso – think Brownley brothers only much fitter – earlier this week.
You see, we got on so well at lunch that the diners at the next table in the rather plush restaurant complained that we were making too much noise. And when the waitress suggested that we could be moved to the back of the restaurant, those diners complained too.
And now I have a confession; I think I’m in love with another woman’s husband. I guess it was the way he handled the situation; placating the old dears, and even schmoozing the young gay couple. He doesn’t have a silver tongue, in true Olympic stylee, he has a gold one…
One minute I was telling him how I was planning to jump on a plane to Hungary and the next he was using his gold tongue on me. (Nothing like that, what sort of girl do you take me for? Get your minds out of the sewer…)
No, he has persuaded me that instead of going in search of Eastern European porn lovers I should join him and his friends and family on a camping trip. Even the fact that there are going to be gale force winds this weekend, doesn’t phase me now I know those boys will be around.
OK, their gorgeous wives will be there, but somehow that doesn’t seem to matter now. I know I will be in safe hands – and if there’s any trouble, luckily the younger Hawkins is trained to kill and I reckon together they could give any Olympian a run for their money in the stamina stakes.
Talking of the Olympics, old McKelvey has been badgering me all week to do the BBC Breakfast hoolahoop challenge. I actually think he was hoping to humiliate me, but he obviously hadn’t bargained for my special powers. Between my 38DDs and huge arse, that hoolahoop had no chance of falling down. Of course, I made him do it, too; mind you, he could only just get it over his massive beer belly. Fatty.
Anyway, must dash, I’ve got to get down to Millets and try to purchase some sexy camping gear just in case I get some “outside action”. Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha, anyone?

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