Hot chatting with rich aunty


Hot chatting with rich aunty-52

No sooner do I hit the send button than the responses start to pour in. They all look as if they could be Britney Spears' chavvier brothers and that every meal they eat comes from a takeaway chicken bucket.

I also receive a simply hilarious message from Giles, an Englishman based in Sydney, Australia, who wants me to fly him ( first class, of course) to London and to put him up at the Dorchester.

He texts me several times a day to tell me that I am gorgeous - my skin is like porcelain, my eyes are like deep pools and my hair is like golden sand.

He wants to spend Christmas with me, so that he can make me feel 'delicious all over'.

Alex has a European accent and claims to be from Paris, but is vague about where in the city, saying 'you wouldn't have heard of it' - which is as insulting as it is unbelievable.