“Make them screw tarts till they’re cured,” Al translated from complete bollocks to Al speak, “Sounds like a plan.”
“On the NHS?” I asked. “Here you are,” Al says and chucks the pot of Vaseline on the bed. Indian sex Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke;
“Johnno,” Sandra shouts after a bit, “He says he don’t fancy me and says he’ll pay twenty quid if we fuck off.”
Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie’s bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up inside her stubbly cunt. “No!” Desmond says but his cock says yes and Sandra walks across to him and grabs his cock in her hand, “No please!” he says.
