The Henry Hoover Appreciation Society I

I had a wonderful time as a child when I used to use my little friend Henry to get off, he sucked me absolutely dry.
Red obviously.
There's only one Henry in my heart.

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I was running down the corridor in primary school when I met my first Henry. His big, black, strong wheels rolled so smoothly across the blue carpet I knew he was unlike any other I have come across. He rolled out right in front of my shins and I tumbled to the floor face first. He slowly rolled up to me, smiling benevolently and caressed my scraped cheeks and then moved his hose up to my face. He sat me up using his long hose and with one aggressive, sudden movement and without blinking or even flinching, he ripped off my shorts. His hose wrapped around my waist and I new then and there that I was trapped, I had no way of stopping him from doing whatever it was that he was about to do.

His rigid, black plastic tip of the nozzle found the tip of mine and he began sucking ferociously. At that point I knew that for the rest of my life, surrendering myself to Henry was a privilege.

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First experience was when I was at uni...however it'd never been cleaned out so always smelt a bit of sick..I guess that's university for you? I now use a Dyson...the dream of all hoovers..

You see, I'm not the only one. It's nothing more wrong than a little bit of casual incest, every sister/brother has got the other off.

EWWWWWWWWWWWW not a dyson! Don't come here and talk of your dyson! It's all Dyson this and Dyson that nowadays, move on and get a Henry.

He's right, everyone. I have a sister and can vouch that having someone always living with you under the same roof opens up many opportunities

I've nothing against Henry I just prefer Dyson...

Henry's a shameful cokehead and deserves the sympathy of no one.

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