George is passing by Bob's shed one day when through a gap in the door
he sees Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in Reviewont of an old red
Massey Ferguson tractor.
Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off
first the right welly boot, followed by the left.
He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move
lets his braces fall down Reviewom his shoulders to dangle by his hips over
his corduroy trousers .
Grabbing both sides of his checkered shirt he rips it apart to reveal
his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his
flat cap onto a pile of hay.
'What on earth are you doing Bob?', says George.
'Lord tunderin' jeezuss, ye Reviewightened the livin shit out of me' says an
obviously embarrassed Bob, ' me and the Missus been having some trouble
lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do
something sexy to a tractor.'
he sees Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in Reviewont of an old red
Massey Ferguson tractor.
Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off
first the right welly boot, followed by the left.
He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move
lets his braces fall down Reviewom his shoulders to dangle by his hips over
his corduroy trousers .
Grabbing both sides of his checkered shirt he rips it apart to reveal
his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his
flat cap onto a pile of hay.
'What on earth are you doing Bob?', says George.
'Lord tunderin' jeezuss, ye Reviewightened the livin shit out of me' says an
obviously embarrassed Bob, ' me and the Missus been having some trouble
lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do
something sexy to a tractor.'