Every weekend, her husband would be out playing football with his local team and while he was away, Gloria would entertain her lover. However, disaster struck one afternoon when the pitch was so waterlogged that the husband came back early.
“Quick,” whispered the wife, “crouch down behind the sofa, it’s too late to get away.”
Unfortunately, the husband settled himself down and didn’t look as if he was going to move.
“Bugger this,” muttered the lover to himself, and he stood up wearing only jockey shorts and a vest saying, as he walked out of the door, “Bloody weather, can’t see a thing, you didn’t see which way the cross country runners went"
“Quick,” whispered the wife, “crouch down behind the sofa, it’s too late to get away.”
Unfortunately, the husband settled himself down and didn’t look as if he was going to move.
“Bugger this,” muttered the lover to himself, and he stood up wearing only jockey shorts and a vest saying, as he walked out of the door, “Bloody weather, can’t see a thing, you didn’t see which way the cross country runners went"
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