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Neighbour Sex By Indie |
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Last
night, I was woken by the sound of my new upstairs neighbour testing out
her headboard and screaming at the top of her lungs. I
discovered, at the unfortunate hour of two o clock, a.m., that
the walls in this new place are extremely thin. Not
being able to sleep, nor stop myself from laughing from the haphazard
thumping (rhythm obviously not one of this blokes strong points), I
called Blanco. “What?”
he whinged. “Listen,”
I held the phone aloft. Banging
and moaning from upstairs ensued, right on cue. “That’s
your neighbours?” This is
the one thing I love about Blanco.
I can call him at silly o clock in the morning and he only minds
if it’s a good reason, like neighbour sex. “Yup.” “Cor,
how long have they been at it?” I
glanced at my alarm clock. It
was quarter to four. “About an hour and three quarters.” “Serious!
Cor, she must either be a bucket or chafing by now.
How many orgasms?” “Blanco!”
I exclaimed, and then added.
“Two for him, five for her.
Or at least it sounds like that.”
She started moaning again. “Six
for her.” “Six?
I thought you said they’ve been going out for ages.
They should be way past that stage by now.” “Well
there you are. We’re just
jealous, anyway.” “I’m
not jealous, I’m awed.” They
finally gave up at around half past four.
I hung up the phone chuckling.
I’d
always though that this
was a crackingly funny website, but now it makes me smile even more. |
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