WHAT THE?!
Alan did that hunchy thing with his shoulders, kind
of between a cringe and and shrug, Americans would
say he looked adorable. I however knew him that much
better, he looked decidedly shifty.
"Go on then." I said as encouragingly as a Northern Woman
from an Alan Silletoe novel.
He smirked, grimaced and finally smiled.
"Those Twins." He started.
Go on go on go on go arn! I thought in the style of Mrs Doyle
(Father Ted).
"They are not my cousins." A ravishing smile:"They are my
sons." He said simply.
2 hours later when I had finished screaming, we discussed
this.
Becka Mmartini xxx
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The small ones are more
juicy! Hehe!
No wonder they are as good as I thought you said they were. Little Alans...lol.
I love the twins,
but I'm a perv.
Whoa! That was a twist I didn't expect. But it explains alot.
That's me, Twisty-twisto!
i thought twins meant boobies
Fatrobot-they do
Bugger, I can see I've got a lot of catch up reading to do.
That will teach you for
shirking-where u been?
OMG, Mrs Doyle pass me a cup of tea! :)
Sssh Suze else
I'll sing 'My Lovely
Horse!'
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