(see previous post - sun - for the story so far ...)

doris and flossie were both lying there naked as the day they were spawned.
the balcony overlooking our terrace creaked dangerously as the crowds jostled for a view and took photographs of this landscape of flesh and hills and valleys, and other bits.
they were enjoying the attention, slapping on the nivea with gay abandon (yes, she was there, too).
then, the big moment we had all been waiting for.
they decided it was to time to brown their buttocks.
so with the help of five sumo wrestlers armed with crowbars, they ended up lying (or rather, rocking) on their stomachs.

sadly for them the postman turned up and thought it was a new parking facility for his push bike.

the last thing i remember was doris and flossie heaving themselves off the flagstones and flapping hugely as they battered kev the postman into a prone position.
the crowd went wild with excitement.
the postman took three encores.

and i took four hundred quid at the turnstiles.

the sun and moon show will now be a weekly event.
i might join in next time.
tickets anyone?