Coarsest ladies you have come across

[dronefromsector7g]

Fucking hell I would of got right in there, everytime I get the train its full off tramps.

Lucky bastard :-p

 

[rushts]

That's fucking racist that is. What about us blokes with smaller white cocks?

 

[dronefromsector7g]

That's fucking racist that is. What about us blokes with smaller white cocks?

Black cock transplant?

 

[Ammy]

Jesus you lot are sheltered. We have to put up with shit like that all the time. - disgusting men graphically talking about sex.
You lot are worse over a picture of Kelly Brookes!

 

[scotty123]

That's fucking racist that is. What about us blokes with smaller white cocks?

Biggest cock i'v ever seen was on a bottle white tall skinny as fuck ginger bloke who used to go in our gym on Oldham St, even the black lads were in awe, it would have choked Linda Lovelace easily

 

[bucks]

I had to pick up a load of cloth from a mill in Bolton once. I can't remember why, but I had to walk across the shop floor which was made up of line after line of sewing machines with about 70 women working away. Now I've worked on building sites when women have walked past and heard the whistles and comments that the lads send their way. It was nothing compared to the barrage of smut and innuendo that was directed at me. I was totally unprepared for it. Women as old as my mum describing what they wanted to do to me. I think I even blushed, which made them worse.

As a 17 year old apprentice I had to visit a sewing factory on Greengate, Blackfriars area. As we entered the sewing room the older bloke I was with took his tap hammer out of his tool box and told me to do the same. He then said "Right, stick close to me and for fucks sake don't get separated." I absolutely shat myself as we crossed that room with all those women grinning, shouting and grabbing for me. Always remember it with a wry smile, bit of an eye opener for a young lad.

 

[Barcon]

Well, I lived with a crack head for about a year. No shame with our Nicole.

 

[scotty123]

My Mam and Step Dad ran pubs in some of the roughest areas of Salford in the very early 70s, as a fresh faced 15 year old washing pots and cleaning up behind the bar some nights I was a prime target for obscene ditties from the Women in the 'snug' and the best room of a weekend much to the amusement of my family, oh how I blushed

 

[mad4city]

Overheard two young ones in a cafe, one Saturday morning. One was telling the other (and half the shop) how sore her box was after the hammering it took from some fella, the night before.
"Why don't you put a plaster on it?" her pal screeched with laughter.
"I will in my f**k!" she replied at the same pitch. "It might f**kin' heal up!"

 

[tangaroa]