Beautiful creatures in Plymouth. Ive shared a cab back into town with a Navy type after listening to each other **** like trains through the paper thin wall of a brasses flat, he was my brother from another Mother as he had apprently paid for her to finger his bottom whilst he tugged away in unison to her pumping fingers.Nothing like seeing a senior officer in a compromising position.
I once bumped into my DO (Navy talk for OC) in the waiting room at a skanking Plymouth massage parlour. He was absolutely bladdered, by himself and very confused. Being a good lad, I decided to leave him to it and watched with delight as he was led away for a tug, by the fattest, ugliest Plymothian scutter I have ever encountered.
Funnily enough, he was always very accommodating after that and let me get away with a few minor indiscretions of my own.