Keeping MumChapter 4
“Oh, by Jove ... Simon, fuck, yes, Simon ... bloody hell!” Julia screamed as she pushed back at me with her lovely hips and buns. My girlfriend’s sister had basically invited herself into my growing harem of Roberts ladies, to put it politely. I didn’t mind, of course. All three of the Roberts ladies were truly awesome representatives of English womanhood. They made one really reassess the British national reputation as a country full of prudes. I also loved how pale they were, at least...