... at which she replies, "That's not the remote - I've been shopping at Ann Summers!"
... at which she replies, "That's not the remote - I've been shopping at Ann Summers!"
One night, after a couple have gone to bed, the woman suddenly realises her husband is touching her body in a most pleasurable manner. He starts by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back. He then runs his hands over her breasts, Then, he runs his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach and then down the other side to a point below her waist. By this time, she`s becoming aroused and she squirms a little to position herself better, Suddenly the man stops abruptly and rolls over to his side of the bed. "Why are you stopping darling?" she whispers. He whispers back " I`ve found the remote"
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... at which she replies, "That's not the remote - I've been shopping at Ann Summers!"
Must have gone to Bridgemary school, not a proper one like Bay House, where i went, if she cant tell the difference between a remote and a toy.
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nick name for my old school is "bentcent"
Oh contraire ... I am a Bay House girl through and through (1973 - 79 ... showing my age now!) However, it seems apparent that,whilst we BH girls know our rampant rabbits from our sony remotes, the boys have trouble identifying their hardware![]()