jimbo2004's blog post - backseat babe...

First and foremost, an apology.

We spent ages getting the website started before friggin' Tripod decided that it was too rude for their servers and deleting it without warning. We were a bit gutted but are now working on plan B! All will be revealed...

Andrea returned from Blackpool at teatime on Sunday looking more dishevelled that I've probably ever seen her looking after a night out (although strictly speaking, this was more than just a night out as you'll see!).

They jumped on board their ropey old 30 seat passion wagon that would trundle up the M6 (that's a little known UK street with average speeds of about 25mph for any US readers) to the capital of kiss me quick, hug me slow...Blackpool!! They were visiting a cabaret club in the town called Funny Girls, a club that's is almost totally staffed by transvestites! She forgot the camera so no pics sadly but take Andrea's word for it.

As they slowed up along the Golden Mile, Andrea was already pissed up on Vodka and Lemonade after several hours caning the old Smirnoff. She knew that the club was another 2-3 miles up the strip so flashed her tits at a group of geezers staggering along the pavement. They were delighted, wanted more but Andrea knew she was ok on the coach. Except the driver insisted they had to park there and then and kicked them all out to walk the rest of the way. Yeah, you guessed it...she was followed and hassled for ages by her new, drunken buddies. She made out that they were annoying her but secretly I know she adores the attention.

Inside the gaff they had a good laff, mostly girls in there for the show (a tranny remake of Annie!) and were steaming when they were booted out at 12.30pm. The coach wasn't leaving until 2.15am so they crawled from bar to bar for a while on the way back to the general vicinity of where the love shack was parked. In their final bar, they mingled with two or three stag parties and Andrea and a couple of the other more out-going girls really played up to them flirting and generally acting like little tarts. One of the parties was made up of a fifteen strong group of blokes also from Liverpool and Andrea being Andrea suggested she travel back with them. The other girls tried to tell her that this was a bad idea but when my wife gets an idea that's a bit dangerous and excites her, she's very single minded even more so when drunk as a skunk. In the end, her sisters friend Swanny agreed to travel with Andrea on the stag minibus and see her back safely.

The run back took 90 minutes and Andrea spent the entire journey on the back seat with her legs in the air. She tells me that six or seven guys fucked her but can't be sure. I told her she had over-stepped the mark and she told me to fuck off!

Swanny saw where she was dropped off in the small hours and jumped a taxi home letting her sister know that she was fine. Andrea slept with two guys who she didn't even get the names of and got dicked until she was sober at about eight on Sunday morning. She got showered, went to see her sister and Mum (and for a nice Sunday Roast off her Dad!) before heading back to me. She slept well into Monday afternoon and got me to phone work giving them a yarn about how ill she was. In reality she still couldn't walk properly due to soreness and couldn't stop her breath from smelling of the spunk of however many guys had shot their loads down her throat.

What can you do though?