Well the wife and I had a most unusual evening last night, the hot chicks were not as we imagined, we laid the table with our best crockery and as it was a special occasion we opened a bottle of Lidl's sherry, the high life beckoned. The first surprise was when we answered the door to be greeted by what can only be described as two scantily clad girls, this was in a northerly wind too, which was fortunate as they had hung the towels on their nipples, thats planning for you, I was impressed, although the wife seemed less so. Their driver was a real flash chap, dressed to the nines in a souped up car, this cooking lark must pay well?
We suspected things were going awry when one of them suggested a 'foursome', now I might be a bit of a prude but I hate making conversation with strangers at the meal table, don't you? Then we asked what they were going to give us for our treat, I must say the reply, 'a blowjob', was not what we were expecting, I had been looking forward to something soaked in gravy, if it was that hot I couldn't swallow it. Then it dawned, they'd brought no food to cook, chicken looked to be off the menu, I began to get annoyed, it looked like a McDonalds again. They tried to bribe us by offering us some coke, but we prefer lemonade, and we ushered them out and on their way, never mind all was not lost, we caught the end of Emmerdale.