The two men, complete strangers but both enthusiasts for uniform girls and big bottoms, are pacing behind an oblivious young policewoman’s huge, round, taut behind, eating up every succulent sway and bulge in the tight, mannish uniform trousers as she walks on her patrol, fasntasising about what they’d like to do to it - and who knows, maybe they will if she unwisely waddles down as quiet alley. We shall call the two men beardy and baldy. After a bit, beardy says, “I wouldn’t mind giving that a good thrashing.” Baldy smiles. “Just what I was thinking.” After a few more sways and squelches, beardy adds, “I wouldn’t say no to fucking it.” Baldy replies, “Fine, you can, but make sure you wash it afterwards.” Beardy is puzzled. “Why do I have to wash it afterwards?” Baldy replies, “Health and safety, mate. I’m a butcher.”
