I'd allow her to wear me out sexually I suppose, as long as there wasn't anything good on telly.
I tend to salivate at the mere mention of her name, drooling uncontronably now, not just from the mouth.
Sunglasses in the rain? -
they mean I'm a sleb and I don't want anyone to recognise me so I'll wear torn denim micro shorts which won't hide the cellulite,a leather jacket with a big red heart acrosss the chest a Ban the Bomb logo on the back and stupid boots so I look taller.
And despite the outfit I don't want to be photographed either.
She may be 44 but she is almost as well preserved as I am at 45. I think we would be a good match so, if anyone has her number, please tell her to give me a call. I'll make all her dreams come true (as long as all her dreams involve being shagged senseless 24/7 for the rest of her life).