Splosh! Gooey News

We genuinely had no plans other than social when she arrived but she looked so good (having lost a little weight from everywhere but her spectacular boobs) we asked if she fancied trying on one of PVC outfits. Being up for almost anything, she squeezed herself into something shiny and then started taunting us to get her messy.

Well, it was a nice hot day, so we thought we'd start by hosing her down with some nice, cool water (for 'nice and cool' read freezing throughout) and she took it like a star - in the chest, in the bare tummy and in the face till her vinyl was running rivers inside and out all the way down her platform highboots.

Slipping out of her sodden mac, we then decided to 'interview' her about her 18 month absence...

"So you've been travelling the world?" "That's right..."
"And during that time, did anyone throw a pie at you. Like this?"
SPLAT!
"Mmmppff. No..."
"What about, like this?"
SPLAT, SPLAT!
Gales of laughter...
"No, not really..."
And so on....

After the pies came some rice pudding and some custard, especially down that cavernous cleavage, before more pies took their place.

Undoing the buckles on her slippery PVC top, and letting us see the those spectacular summits, outside the Himalayas we then gave her the final (or should that be Vinyl?) coup de grace - a huge bucket of red cake mix! So huge it not only engulfed her head but her huge hooters as well (eventually!).

Now Lee wasn't going to take that lying down (or even sitting down) so as the lager kicked in, she grabbed me and made me sit in the now squishy slippery chair.

"If I'm getting messy, you're getting messy!" she reasoned. Oh nooooo!

Too late, the pies started smacking in my face followed by a similar deluge in custard and rice pudding as she got (though thankfully for you all without the toplessness!). It was then I had what I thought was a brilliant idea. We'd both sit on the inflatable chair, Lee on my lap. But we reckoned without just how slippery custard covered inflatable furniture can be - especially if you are wearing well lubricated PVC. Before we could do anything we'd slid at some speed onto the floor, landing in a heap of custard covered brown boobs and plastic-covered bum.

We tried again, sliding onto the floor once more, giggling away like the drunken idiots we were! Then I decided to let her have the chair for one last can of cleavage-bound rice pudding before sitting her on my lap for a deliberate slide halfway across the studio floor.

Let nobody tell you otherwise....food-lubricated PVC is the greatest fun. One minute you have a lovely bum sliding around on your crotch, the next a huge pair of PVC-clad hooters are filling your face. Mmmmm! Definitely the way to spend a Friday afternoon!

If you don't believe me, take a look at the pictures on the Mad Macs pages now!