I found Kylie Ireland’s dog Dudley in the jock lounge. He looks a little like Lucky’s doggie Petulant, so of course I had to take his picture! [Let’s assume Dudley would be the one on the right, even though the nice chap on the left must have done something right too, as he’s directed the “Best Video of the Year” according to AVN for two years running. Meet Mr. Eli Cross, sort of.]
Tyrone Johnson from Sweet Meats Production Company in London was the trio’s first guest. He said that porn was illegal in England until about four years ago. You couldn’t even own it. So the porn business in the U.K. is still very new. (OK, Mav, here’s your chance! Jump in while the getting is good!) [Just what kind of porn does “Sweet Meats” do? Maybe they need a better name, or maybe we just can’t see all the men in the scene in this particular shot. That’s a woman in the blonde hair, right?]
Tyrone screened some his movies for the trio and the folks watching at home. Dee loved them and gave them “two nipples up and a pussy!” [Now there’s a rating system people would turn in to see.]
Towards the end of the show Dee had finally had enough “liquid courage” and was ready for Daisy – who happily jumped between Dee’s legs and began licking furiously. Dee was still a bit nervous, but got into it quickly. From her moans I deduced that Daisy licks good pussy! [Yeah, this happens to guys all the time too. Every time we get drunk enough some babe can’t wait to jump between our legs. Or maybe that’s just what we think — every time we get drunk enough. That could be it.]
Afterwards the ladies kissed, hugged, and caressed while we all looked on. Ahh. Beautiful. “It’s amazing what a little oral sex will do. She was climbing over the computer before,” Skibba mused. (See, if there were more oral sex in the world there would be fewer wars and more goodness and niceness!) [Probably, but Daisy’s going to be really busy.]
Before the show ended Dee promised to wear her cheerleading outfit the next show. (She had been promising for a while but kept forgetting. I promised to remind her because, uh, I’m a good friend! Not that I have a cheerleading fetish or anything!) [That’s a fetish? Who doesn’t like cheerleaders? OK. Maybe the “Sweet Meat” people, but who else? Maybe we should just move along to more visual affirmation of Dee’s Excellent Adventure.]
