“Now?” she asked. “I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little peas,” Janet laughed, “And your cock to a little weenie cotton bud!”
“No exactly,” Jock explained, “Thet’s why it’s comin’ aff.”
“Gi us a look then,” Morag chuckled. Indian sex “Wee Jock McLeish as I live and breathe,” Andy Cameron suddenly announced as he looked up from his whiskey, “Whit ye daein here in Glasgie, and in a kult?”
Jock swiftly replied “Ah Andy man, uts nae a kult uts a skirt, uts nae tartan see.”
“Eh?” Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tapes and stood up a full 10” (250 mm). “Eh Morag, Wee Jock here is wearin a skirt.”
“Its a Kilt you twat,” Morag explained. “Bloody hell!” Morag exclaimed as Jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of his skirt. “I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little peas,” Janet laughed, “And your
