Hafsi Chrissie and Steve did not actually meet in any conventional way<\/p>\n
They drifted together as Hafsi loved Chrissie and Chrissie loved Steve<\/p>\n
Steve did not love Hafsi and Hafsi did not love Steve<\/p>\n
And the only thing that they had in common was that they were both fucking Chrissie<\/p>\n
This is what drew the boys together and they soon became good friends<\/p>\n
Chrissie was happy to be shared and about once a month<\/p>\n
The trio booked the Premier Suite at the Hotel Benjamin in South Kensington<\/p>\n
Because it had a large rectangular bath and views of the Albert Memorial<\/p>\n
Chrissie would then spread petals of many colours into waters of the bath<\/p>\n
And they would settle in together and exchange stories of humour with each other<\/p>\n
As well as admiring Chrissie’s magnificent breasts which were wonders to behold<\/p>\n
Do you remember that old bus that we travelled on in India\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n It did not have any glass in the windows\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n As it had been kicked out over the years\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The seats were not properly attached to the floor of the bus\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n And shook when the driver braked to avoid yet another catastrophe<\/em><\/p>\n I can remember the day when we hit that poor cyclist who shot through the empty window\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n He landed at our feet stone dead which was shocking but rather funny\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n As its theatre resembled that of a silent movie\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The driver was Welsh and was forever telling us about how much he missed his mother country\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n But when he had the opportunity to return he always passed it up as he did not like the people\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n They would bathe until the bath waters cooled and after resting would return to the street<\/p>\n To take in the sights and sounds of the capital before going their separate ways<\/p>\n Chrissie was a school teacher and Hafsi and Steve were solicitors<\/p>\n Although their roles have little relevance to this account<\/p>\n In time I will return to my fictional friends and their humours<\/p>\n But if you are in Kensington Town do look out for rather tall girl<\/p>\n With two men of similar height carrying a bag of rainbow petals<\/p>\n As you might engage in their sense of fun and feel that you have a desire<\/p>\n To write about these unusual friends who are not exclusive to my pen at all<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hafsi Chrissie and Steve did not actually meet in any conventional way They drifted together as Hafsi loved Chrissie and Chrissie loved Steve Steve did not love Hafsi and Hafsi did not love Steve And the only thing that they had in common was that they were both fucking Chrissie This is what drew the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6217"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6217"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6217\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}