“Fucking Hell! That’s fucking huge!” I panted when I looked down. Max disagreed; then told me that Minty had been arrested a couple of times for fighting at football matches and he owned a couple of rough pubs in the centre of town that his sons Phil and Grant managed and the local football hooligans met at; plus he also owned a garage that his other son Gary managed.
He pulled his finger out of my puss and pushed me back against the sink then lifted my right leg up until my knee was touching my boob.
