Reqested post....

This post is dedicated to ms.Mac....

First I would like to start by saying that I went to the Foster's Australian GP and it was wonderful. The best way to see the GP is getting free grand stand tickets courtesy of those lovely people at Foster's. Suffice to say it was loud, I got sunburnt and I loved every minute of it.

As some of you may be aware I am getting married to Drainbrain soon, and that is something that I am looking forward to with a large amount of excitement, a pinch of fear and general dose of disbelief.

Lastly, I would like to confess about how I snogged my English teacher when I was a lad at school in England. Let me set the scene. It was a hot summers day, Friday afternoon if memory serves me right. We were all eagerly awaiting the end of class and to dash of home to cool down. Kids were fidgeting and causing trouble, getting restless in the sweaty heat. Then someone threw a pen at me and as it clattered on the desk the teacher look up and with a sultry gaze upon me she seductively asked me to stay behind after class. Needless to say I was most upset at this turn of events, though part of me got excited at the prospect of spending some time alone with this horny she bitch with looks that would melt a polar ice cap. She had legs that went all the way up to her thighs!! A bust like no man had ever seen before. Firm, bouncy and extremely large. Whatever man played with those puppies was the luckiest guy on earth. And lips that said she could suck start a Harley. Maybe detention wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Time seemed to drag and eventually the bell rang and the class emptied faster than a drunks bladder after 10 pints of beer. I looked up at teacher with fear and excitement. She closed the door and pulled the blinds down, and I started to get excited. My manhood bulging in my polyester slacks. She walked over to me with a sway in her hips that would put any hypnotist to shame. She sat down on the corner of the table and looked down at me and in the softest whisper told me how bad I had been and that I needed to be punished. All I could do was gulp and stare at her wobbly schnorks. She stood up and and with an evil glint in her eye, un-buttoned her blouse, then removed her bra. It was like a holy beacon lighting up the sky. Those massive mammaries wobbling gently from her body movement. Now I finally believed in divine intervention, for only God himself could create such perfection and allow a 16 year old school boy to have a fiddle...

That's all for now. Depending on how many comments I get I might be persuaded to complete the story.