The Morning After

The housemates were woken by the recorded sound of Glyn's late night vomiting this morning. The welsh lad who got wasted on a few glasses didn't look or sound too good as he stirred in his pit. "I've got this vague memory of Richard shouting 'not in the sink'," he muttered. "And I was standing outside with Lea and my eyes were going everywhere." In other words, Glyn was having a good look at Lea's ridiculous breasts. Well, he is at school still and yet to learn what a decent set look like.

"Well, you're all better now, that's the good thing," Richard replied.
"Where's my bed clothes?" Glyn asked.
"You were sick on them," Lea told him.
"We have some bad news," Richard went on. "You have quite a bit of washing to do today. We put them in a bag outside."

Glyn looked crestfallen. Surely someone else could've have cleaned his sheets. In fact, Richard even suggested he would... for a favour or two in return. "Bring that sweet welsh ass over here for an hour or two," Richard said patting his mattress ", and your sheets'll be taken care of... no problem..." Glyn decided Big Gay Dick has had enough of his teen ass for a while, and decided to clean his sheets himself.