‘She lives just outside the woods’, I add. ‘Ah, Little red riding hood’ “Granny” says, pulling her bonnet over her head and huddling under the bedclothes. My own shouts grow louder into screams until all of a sudden the door of the house explodes open and in steps the muscular woodcutter. ‘Now I know why they call you the BIG bad wolf’ I gasp and all of a sudden you thrust into me deep and hard. ‘Why Granny’ I say between short sharp breaths ‘what an “ENORMOUS” cock you have!’
And suddenly your voice changes to one I recognise, the voice of the big bad wolf. I look at him angrily, ‘Do you mind!’ I shout ‘were trying to get off over here, and it’s not bloody pay per view so kindly get the fuck out!’
‘Oh….erm…sorry miss’ he says and leaves sheepishly, axe in hand.
