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I've agonised over whether to admit this or not, after mentioning the Japanese remote control bidets last night, but we're all emotionally strong grown ups here. A couple of years back, I was in Nagoya. Stayed in a nice hotel. Christened the shitter, as one does. Then found this remote control handset with incomprehensible Japanese pictograms on it. So I pressed one. And the back of the big started making this kids' cartoon mechanical noise. Looked down between my legs to see a shower head sticking out the back of the pan, about an inch from my arse. Then a jet of hot water shot up my ring. And the confession? After I'd stopped effing and blinding and sat down into it, it were really quite enjoyable. Don't tell anybody I said that though.
So she just pulls her kecks upAnd didn't even wipe her lettuceAwww dorty cow.
Quote from: donnyallday on November 04, 2013, 08:37:41 pmSo she just pulls her kecks upAnd didn't even wipe her lettuceAwww dorty cow. And of course as well as a quick shake you then proceed to give your todger a quick wipe down