Tony’s Quiet Time
Hello, and welcome to you all.
It’s been a while since my last ‘long weekend’ when I took a break from it all.
When I got back to the city I got home and started to think.
What am I doing with my life? Am I healthy…well, I’m a lot healthier than a lot of people…and that’s when I started to think selflessly about myself more about others. So…what can I do to help the community? I know, I’ll do some fund raising.
I went down to the shops and it was there that I realised that the local library was going to be shut down because they were lacking money and the Shire had stopped funding them.
This is grossly unfair…so I got a ‘Sausage Sizzle’ organised for the next Sunday outside the nearest Bunnings.
It was the day of the Sausage Sizzle and a nice middle-aged woman from the library, Rose, was helping me cook the sausages, serve the customers, etc.
She was a very buxom wench, to say the least. It was busy, tiring, but so much fun raising the money. It was also very rewarding, knowing that I’d participated for a good cause.
Rose gave me a lift in her car back home. She had a few cooked sausages and buns left over from the day and she wanted to put them in the fridge at the library, just in case anyone of the staff wanted them tomorrow for lunch.
I gave her a hand and carried them in for her.
I felt that Rose had warmed to me a little, but I was sure when, all of a sudden, she flopped out her ample bosoms. I was in a bit of a shock, but I new how to handle them.
Things were really moving. She even lustily mentioned that she was into leather and rubber…this was surely too good to be true.
Yes…it was all too good to be true.
She was pulling my jeans down, and…it must have been a sausage that hadn’t been quite cooked…but she she was just about to put in some mouth action when I threw up all over her head. She looked up at me and my sick was all over her…and starting to run down her magnificent melons.
She was a strong bird and basically picked me up and threw me out of the library. I had to run home, just wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of thongs on my feet.
Oh…what a day. I had a shower and then I thought I’d put my feet up. Of course, I couldn’t relax until I’d opened a bottle of vintage Chateau Du Pape. Now I was feeling properly chilled.
I was looking for the remote control and found a bag of the days sausages and rolls. My stomach was feeling much better, and I was rather hungry.
I made myself a lovely hot-dog with onions and tomato sauce and mustard…mmmmm. I then pulled my throbbing tool out from between my legs…got hard as a rock in no time…and shoved it in that hot-dog…uuurrgghh….that mustard’s hot…..yeah, that’s right baby…I proper RUINED that hot-dog for 4 hours, until I was exhausted.
It’s been an absolute pleasure. I hope you have a truely wonderful evening.