Moonlight broke through the upstairs window of Phil Mitchell's flat in a milky wave over Shirley Carter's shaven vagina. Shirley lay there wearing nothing but a sequined boob tube emblazoned with the words 'horny bitch' that she bought earlier from Bianca's stall. Phil sat drinking a bottle of cheap whiskey after a long session snorting cocaine. Phil was drunk not only on alcohol but also Shirley's love. "Get over here big man" Shirley whispered in her gravelly yet sexy voice. Phil looking out of the window responded "yes my love". He walked slowly over to her while undressing himself in a brazen manner, much like a peacock displaying his feathers. "I never did ask you why the lads always called you Shirley shitter?" he uttered in a nervous tone. At this Shirley flipped herself over onto all fours. Without saying a word she placed her nicotine stained fingers firmly onto her arse cheeks. "You really want to know Phil?" she replied looking back with a smirk. Phil gulped the last drop of whiskey for courage. He paused and then said "show me". Shirley signalled for Phil to get behind her. She pulled apart her already well used vaginal and anal cavity. She let out a loud groan and squirted a thin brown liquid all over Phil's aroused shiny bald head. After slight trepidation, he started furiously wanking and laughing uncontrollably.