A couple of nights ago I was woken by our neighbours having a domestic. Their bedroom is just the other side of our bedroom wall, but it still requires some volume to be heard. This, they provided.
I never ******* touched her!
You *******liar!
You’re *******mad!
You *******, you ******* ****** her!
This brought back fond memories of some neighbours when I was growing up. They were very amorous, so much so that among my small group of friends the man of the house was known as “Oh Steve”. I think his wife’s loyalties were divided though, as she seemed to be a fan of Marti Pellow; I’m not sure what else she could have meant when she shouted out “Wet, Wet, Wet!” one night.