Screwing
Posted: 28 Jan 2018, 14:40
Back in the early sixties a friend of mine had a date with a girl called Peggy. He knocked on the door to pick her up and her dad answered it.
Hello he said I’ve come to pick up Peggy. Come in he said she shouldn’t be long.
Making conversation her dad asked him what they had planned for the night. We might go to the pictures, or get a burger or something.
Her dad said well I know she likes screwing.
My friend couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He added she likes it very much and couldn’t get enough of it.
Just then Peggy came down, there she stood long blond hair, pink top and light grey trousers. Are you ready then she said, with wide eyes and a big smile he said oh yes. So off they went.
A little while later Peggy came back home enraged and looked as if she’d been pulled through a hedge backwards, she slammed the door and asked her dad what he said to him. I only told him that you liked screwing.
Dad I’ve told you before its Twist, I like Twisting!!!!
Hello he said I’ve come to pick up Peggy. Come in he said she shouldn’t be long.
Making conversation her dad asked him what they had planned for the night. We might go to the pictures, or get a burger or something.
Her dad said well I know she likes screwing.
My friend couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He added she likes it very much and couldn’t get enough of it.
Just then Peggy came down, there she stood long blond hair, pink top and light grey trousers. Are you ready then she said, with wide eyes and a big smile he said oh yes. So off they went.
A little while later Peggy came back home enraged and looked as if she’d been pulled through a hedge backwards, she slammed the door and asked her dad what he said to him. I only told him that you liked screwing.
Dad I’ve told you before its Twist, I like Twisting!!!!
