Terry Argent was a
crumpet man, and he didn’t care who he did it with, vamp, tart, bimbo,
intellectual, or intelligently spectacled.
Nor did he care about physical type, dimensions, or proportions, whether tall
or pencil thin, pear shaped, round or an hourglass figure.
He didn’t have a particular eye colour he favoured, hair could be long, short
or none at all, they could be blonde, brunette, black or red.
Piercings, tattoo's,
he could take or leave, and pubic hair could be wild or tamed, Brazilian’s,
vajazzled or waxed and breasts of all sizes were acceptable from flat chests to
voluminous jugs that escaped their garments like deploying airbags.
So, Terry really
wasn’t fussy his only stipulations for all his conquests was that they had a
pulse and were willing.
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