[Hooly One]

Warning: this story contains adult material.

Following on from chatter about wind retention and loud House trumping incidents, Michelle asked if anyone had ever needed to let one slip during nookie.

Shell confessed she'd been there. "So badly..." she qualified dramatically.

"That's bad, innit?" agreed Michelle.

Shell then looked at Dan, and said, "Oh God, yours must be awful! You'd shoot it right out."

Screaming with laughter, Dan eventually calmed down and informed them he was about "to be gross."

He then told them about having sex, going to work the next day and...well...

"...What goes up, must come down," he said simply. Suffice to say, he had to explain the situation to a female work colleague and "borrow" a panty liner.

Did he really mean "borrow"?!

Michelle then pressed Shell for a gross story, but the cheeky blonde was embarrassed in front of youngster Stuart.

All this sex talk is making poor Stu blush


"Stu, don't look at her while she's tellin' the gross story," instructed Michelle.

And so Shell began. "Has it ever gone up and then come down and made a really loud rhino fart noise?" she asked.

The response was silence and blank expressions.

"No, just me then," she giggled, red-faced.

"A RHINO fart noise?!" shrieked Michelle in disbelief.

"I'm confused," said poor Nadia dryly.

"SPERM!" elaborated Shell. "It goes up and then it comes down, there's an air pocket that's warmed..."

"Ohhh..." responded Stu, who had obviously come across this situation before.

"Does that happen quite often for you, chicken?" asked Michelle, with Oprah Winfrey style concern.

"No, not all the time...but, you know, sometimes...very infrequently...almost never!" assured a flustered Shell.

Letting her off the hook, Michelle decided that Dan's sticky tale won. At this, he looked around at the cameras and wondered out loud if maybe he'd got away with telling that story.

Sorry, matie. No chance...

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[Deus Ex Machina]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[shellspeare]

*chuckles*

[Romantic Old Bird]

Their mummies must all be so proud.....

Just SO glad my Number one son didn't apply for BB....he'd have got on, I know he would. So - to the fates, the diety/ies, sheer chance or whatever .....thank you, thank you, thank you!