This week I had my birthday. Some guys get socks, others get aftershave, but Jim Slip gets a tasy bird delivered to his door. Clad in mini-kilt and over knee socks and a complete, All American "college girl" look, Chanel arrived at my place and was gagging for some hot, kitchen/ diner action, which makes a change from the sofa which is in for repair at the moment. The IKEA robot sofa tester is unable to put the sofas through the rigourous pummelling that only I, Jim Slip, can put them through and so it had collapsed! Anyway, we got straight down to it and the first thing I did was plunge my hand into her tight knickers and from then on I had no choice but to ravage her on the spot!
