Myself and Sophia have just got back from a weekend with Henry and Arabella Tanner-Gurney

on their estate in the Cotswolds, Josh and Clara were there - we all had a great time. However...

...on the Saturday morning, after a brisk walk in the woods, Josh, Henry and myself joined the local pheasant shoot in Andoversford. Josh had just spent a King's ransom on a Beretta SO6 EELL and wanted to test it out in the field. Needless to say we were quite well oiled by the start - Henry had a couple of bottles of Heidsieck cuv?e (Diamant bleu vintage 1907) knocking about and we'd polished them off by 10 '0' clock. The girls had gone shopping in Cheltenham and were due to join us after lunch at the racecourse for an afternoon's racing.

We got to the course about 3 in the afternoon and could see there was a bit of a kerfuffle in the parade ring - Josh heard a scream he recognised as being Clara's and we ran over to find it was, indeed, her.

She was lying on her back with her knickers in tatters around her ankles. Right Said Fred, a 4 year old gelding, and widely tipped for the 3.40pm, was lapping away at her hirsute pudendum like a cow at a salt lick.

Apparently, she'd downed one too many caipirinhas and caught a heel in the grass, sending her flying into the ring. Henry's man, Seabridge, whacked the horse on its rump with a pair of Nikon Monarchs and it reared up, tearing a clump of hair from her snatch. We made Clara as decent as we could and headed for the bar.

About 3 in the morning I nipped down to the kitchen for a glass of water and spotted Seabridge giving Clara a right good seeing to in the scullery, she had some hay sticking out of her anus.

Posted By: malkybarkid, Oct 18, 12:39:44