I love the idea of the Angels getting groped, squeezed, pinched and leered at by Benny and the rest of the crew once they got offstage. I can imagine there was plenty of that at the end of this sketch. As soon as the girls got off camera, Sue Upton was chased by a randy cameraman, who was saying all sorts of filthy things to her as she tried to avoid him. "Get yer tits out for us!" he yelled with a grin as she wobbled around madly in her tiny little bikini. She was screaming for help, but was soon surrounded by men who were chanting the same thing. Somehow, she escaped, and she thought she had made it to the dressing room, only to have our man get in a good squeeze of her bum before she closed the door.
Then there was Bob Todd, who grabbed Alison Bell from behind and pretended to hump her, reaching around to get a handful of that deliciious boobflesh in the process and laughing along with the rest of the men on set. Benny and the sound man then got in on the fun, and starting grinding against that mouth-watering chest of hers. Her top quickly popped free, and the boys helped themselves, groping her magnificent melons. Alison managed to escape to the dressing room, but not before most of the men on set had their turn smacking her bum, sucking on her tits and pretending to hump her.
The girls thought they were safe in their dressing room and started to change for the next sketch, a cops and robbers routine that had them dressed as policewomen. But someone in the studio pulled a fire alarm, and they were forced outside in the cold dressed just in their stockings, garters and bras. Their appearance caused quite a disturbance on the street, and several young men started saying filthy things to them. The boys were shooed away by a pair of policemen ... who started saying their own filthy, disgusting things to the girls, squeezing their bums and starting a chase around a nearby field that ended with an entire group of men ravaging their beautiful bodies.
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I love the idea of the Angels getting groped, squeezed, pinched and leered at by Benny and the rest of the crew once they got offstage. I can imagine there was plenty of that at the end of this sketch. As soon as the girls got off camera, Sue Upton was chased by a randy cameraman, who was saying all sorts of filthy things to her as she tried to avoid him. "Get yer tits out for us!" he yelled with a grin as she wobbled around madly in her tiny little bikini. She was screaming for help, but was soon surrounded by men who were chanting the same thing. Somehow, she escaped, and she thought she had made it to the dressing room, only to have our man get in a good squeeze of her bum before she closed the door.
Then there was Bob Todd, who grabbed Alison Bell from behind and pretended to hump her, reaching around to get a handful of that deliciious boobflesh in the process and laughing along with the rest of the men on set. Benny and the sound man then got in on the fun, and starting grinding against that mouth-watering chest of hers. Her top quickly popped free, and the boys helped themselves, groping her magnificent melons. Alison managed to escape to the dressing room, but not before most of the men on set had their turn smacking her bum, sucking on her tits and pretending to hump her.
The girls thought they were safe in their dressing room and started to change for the next sketch, a cops and robbers routine that had them dressed as policewomen. But someone in the studio pulled a fire alarm, and they were forced outside in the cold dressed just in their stockings, garters and bras. Their appearance caused quite a disturbance on the street, and several young men started saying filthy things to them. The boys were shooed away by a pair of policemen ... who started saying their own filthy, disgusting things to the girls, squeezing their bums and starting a chase around a nearby field that ended with an entire group of men ravaging their beautiful bodies.
Cheryl looks great in that purple bikini. She has a great ass and legs and I love those perky little tits.
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