Lisa Makes Glyn Sick

Realising that Glyn wasn't going to get any of the older ladies, he resorted to the reliable male tactic of trying it on with the minger. Hence he's been hanging around the mingiest of them all: Lisa. The two have enjoyed chats and usual shite that tends to brew in this asexual household before people finally kiss with tongues. But Lisa took it one step too far tonight and blew the whole deal.

The two were in the bathroom chatting. Glyn had a bitch that someone had emptied cum into his toilet bag again, saying it was "like being back at school". As he drained the luke warm, opaque liquid down the sink drain Lisa dropped her trousers and announced: "I'm 'aving a wee in front of you, you don't mind." A low, ferral growling could be heard coming from Lisa's overgrown, sore ridden front bottom before she sat down and released a torrent of steaming, acidic water. At the same time she farted in a way that threatened to break the toilet bowl.
By this point Glyn had forgotten all about his spunk sodden toilet bag. He was doubled over on the floor clutching his stomach and heaving a noxious, yellow bile onto the floor. He tried to crawl to the door, but passed out cold before reaching safety.

Finished Lisa emerged visibly thinner from the cubicle. She saw Glyn lying vulnerable on the floor, grunted, and turned him on his back. She pulled his shorts down and then with another series of grunts began to ride his flaccid member. When Glyn came around he couldn't recall what had happened, but was horrified to find his penis was covered with burns and angry grazes.