Auntie Mabel Ch 14
Auntie Mabel Fourteen Lady Godiva. The morning dawned bright and clear, the sun shone merrily down through the window and gently brushed Mabel’s eyelids to wake her. She could hear the little birds twittering happily in the warm sunshine. ‘Oh Fuck it, Fuck, Fuck, Fucking Sun why don’t you piss off, and let it Fucking rain,’ she swore to herself. It was a beautiful day just perfect for fucking riding thought Mabel grumpily, unless of course you were fucking naked on the fucking saddle. She...