Fa la la la la, la la la la la la la, la, fa la la la.

by 3arn0wl

Lilly Watts flicked through her photograph album nostalgically. There she was, resplendent, and full of youthful zest, her May Queen costume looking remarkably similar to a bride’s dress.

She’d met Arthur that night, she remembered. They’d stripped him of the drab brown sack to reveal him in his skin-tight green-man garb, and she’d fallen instantly head-over-heels in lust.

They don’t do it now of course, but she wondered who it might’ve been this year. ………………….

Angel Feathers was at her Contemporary Dance class. The choreographer had got them doing a highly suggestive dance with long silk ribbons, and she hoped her glow wasn’t too obvious to the lads.

They’d had a good laugh in the end though – it seems that Kyle doesn’t know his left from his right.

Disaster for the Chorley Wanderers

… bondage for the troupe.

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