With Edinburgh cut off, and my own dear Fife as desperate as ever, I decided 'to boldly go...' in this case, to see Gabriella and Sophie Thomas at Glesga.
Having had the pleasure of both in the past, I was unaware what good pals they had become. I well remembered coming away from a punt with Sophie three years ago, with a very broad smile; we just gelled. Bonded. Something like that. Then she disappeared from our lives...
Anyway, within moments of meeting Sophie again, I felt very comfortable with her. Gaby was buggering about, meantime, getting ready.
Now, there's sex, and then there's fun; and on this occasion we had both, in spadefuls. Now, I do like a threesome and I've never had a bad one, but the hour flew past. That's how good it was. It was a joy and a pleasure to reacquaint myself with Miss Thomas' intimate parts after an absence which has been too, too long. And Miss Thomas is possessed of the most wonderful pudenda (just Google it, Randy), and ass and tits. Mmmm...
Gabriella, I can report, continues to spout filthy words in her immaculate posh accent. Wonderful.
When does the Forth Road Bridge reopen? Who cares!
