It was round 3. I was losing friction. I did what anyone else would have done under the circumstances...
Oh no he di-ent!I think it easier to lose friction when the offending intruder was shaped much like a maggot ... had it possessed the morphology of someone's not far from this keyboard I am tapping, then the whole notion of 'losing friction' would be deemed hilarious ... in fact, any surrounding tissue would emulate that of a snare drum ...
Missy my dear fellow, not that I would ever wish to create an image in your mind that had you reeling but I'm afraid had the young blonde been affronted by someone of say .... say a similar build [to myself].... her rear end would have looked like a ripped out fireplace ..... this is obviously not a case of boasting since I am not suggesting I had become involved whatsoever ... me being a happily married man and all that.Oh no he di-ent!
You see my old mate, if you were 'tapping' something more than your keyboard (a visual that will haunt me for weeks btw), you would understand that at round 3, it's just a slack old mess down there. To be honest, I didn't even want to go to a 2nd round, but I guess when a girl finds what she's been looking for her whole life, she just can't put it down...