No, not sex. Honestly, you people are sooo predictable.
No, the afternoon delight to which I refer is something altogether more naughty. Warm, fruity, with thick cream..
I’ve just come back from Costco with 24 plump, juicy, sultana-laden beauties and the biggest pot of clotted cream you ever did see. My father’s on his way over with strawberry jam and I am going to indulge in my favourite deadly sin – Gluttony.
This figure needs a lot of maintenance, you know 😉 .