Unwanted Christmas Gifts . .
There I was this morning, on my way to the chemist to buy my weekly supply of Condoms and Lubricants, and by fuck it was cold!
By now I know the receptionist well- young Angela, a dark haired sweet 20 year old studying something in Trinity college.
She always looked prim and proper behind the counter, hair tied back, long white coat, big stupid glasses.
"Hello Mister Spunk- hows Mrs Spunk?"
"Still a pain in the arse" I joked.
But she didnt look happy, and I asked her whats wrong . . .
"I have loads of unwanted christmas gifts- Mister Spunk- given to me by all those sex mad lads in college, all trying to get into my knickers!"
"The rotters" I replied
Come upstairs and I will show them to you, Mister Spunk!"
So up we went, she disappeared, and returned in about 30 seconds, the hair was let down, the glasses were gone, and the white coat was replaced by a denim mini skirt . . .
"Look what all those pervs gave me- Mister Spunk . . . "
I took the picture below . .
"I dont know what these things are for . . . can you show me- Mister Spunk . .?"
I took a look at the assortment of rubber devices on the bed
"Of course Angela" I told her . .
"Oh Mister Spunk - everybody should have a friend like you!"
A man s mission in life is to spread his seed with as many women as possible, for as long as possible, in any position possible . . . .