Originally Posted by
Badly Ironed Shirt
The man is uncouth.
I'd treat Rita Ora right. Table for two at a Brewer's Fayre. Possibly a Harvester if I was looking for oral favours. We'd stop off on Caerphilly Mountain, she could enjoy the scenery whilst stretched out on the bonnet of my Nissan Micra. A bit of Barry Manilow on the tape cassette deck, my movements perfectly timed to coincide with every subtle beat of "I Write the Songs". It would be a freak occurrence if she climaxed before me - that has NEVER happened. At least one of us would leave the encounter satisfied.