Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871 - Sex Stories

Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871

... protested, "You are not dressed." "Dressed, who cares," the mother protested, "I heard shooting!" "Car backfired!" Al lied unconvincingly. "And those are woodworm holes?" the mother asked pointing at the ceiling. "Death watch beetle," I said, "Look we don't give a fuck about guns and that we just wants that fucker to do right by Nobby's Sheila. "What?" the mother asks. "That cunt got our Sheila up the duff!" Nobby explains, "We just want's what she's due." "What?" Kuptar asks, "You don't care?" "No," I agreed, "If that cunt does right by Sheila that's it." "Marry the prostitute Imran," Amina says, "Say you'll marry the prostitute." "I have promised cousin Mustafa!" Kuptar announces. "Oh yes, your promises," Amina agreed, "He promised me to his brothers eldest!" "Fuck!" I said, "That's fucking rough, what in fucking Bungla?" "No Bradford!" she said, "He's so old!" she said, "Like thirty!" "He is a Surgeon!" Kuptar insisted. "Without a UK passport," Amina countered, "And a homosexual!" "Look," I says and pointed at the bearded fucker, "Maybe we should get that bastard a doctor?" "Bit late Johnno," Nobby said, "Smells like he shit his self, fuckers does that when they dies." I looked, he didn't look too lively but he hadn't stopped bleeding, so maybe he was ok. "Lock the shop door Amina," Kuptar insisted, then he asked, "What shall we do?" "Any ideas Nobby, Al?" I asked. "Sort out that crap on the table," Al suggested. "Fair enough," I agreed, "You like the IRA or something?" I ...

... asked. "Yes, a little," Kuptar agreed. "So what's the crack?" Nobby asks. "They are going to blow up an aeroplane on 9th November," Amina announced. "Amina enough!" Kuptar snapped. "Oh not my father or brother," Amina sneered, "Oh no they are in it for the money." "Amina enough!" Kuptar protested. "They don't care that people will die," she said. "Infidels!" Imran added. "You want another tap, cunt?" I asked, he shook his head, "Then fucking button it then," I told him. I eye balled the stuff on the table, "So what is it?" I asked, "RDX?" "Semtex," Imran said, "And there are mobile telephone timers." I eyeballed the stuff in the table, "Where?" I asked. "There," Imran pointed to a circuit board. "That's just a 555 timer and and on off switch," I told him, after all I did know a bit about electronics. "No, it is a reciever!" Imran protested. "No," I said, "Just a timer," I said and he bloody fainted. "You fucking idiots!" Nobby said, "You could have blown the whole gaff up!" "Fucking gaff, they would have blown themselves up," I countered, "I guess they was going to hide this lot up their jacksies." "And leave it on the plane," Kuptar agreed. "Blow themselves up," Al agreed. "No they fly to Paris," Amina explained, "Charles de Gaul and switch the receivers on and flush the explosives down the lavatory before they come in to land at Heathrow, then they detonate them remotely over London when the plane continues to New York!" "Not with that set up you dopey cunt," I says,"That's ...