Belloe by name

Its this summer, I'm sat on a hilltop on a summer's eve, supping wine.
A car pulls up a pair of buttocks is flattened against the car window.
I pulled my blanket round my shoulders and rapped on the car door.
"What on earth are you doing in there?" I demanded.
"We're dogging" came a female's voice.
"Right-ho" I said , "Can I join in, I have a very large blanket"?
"Fuck off" a male voice said, and then "You fucking f-.......George.....George Belloe????"
"Rupie???? I-Thought you were dead".
"No I'm Rupert's son, I never understood how my dad died".
"He fucked my camel" I replied as I reached in and released the handbrake sending the car into rapid plummet off the hill to erupt into a fireball of sound and devastation of glass and metal, that boomed throughout the cotswolds. Spilt my wine.Pity.

My motorised conveyance.

Its last year,
I've taken delivery of my new car, a shiny 1930 Packard Standard Eight 726.
I've gone for a drive with my old chum Humphrey around the delightful Gloucestershire country lanes on the hills of the cotswolds. I'm really giving it some welly at 65mph, when Humphrey fellates me.
"Humphrey I'm going to crash you silly bastard!" I shouted.
"Mbwwwmm mwnew ww" He said.
"Humphrey stop immediately what on earth are you doing that for" I demanded.
"Sorry George, I got frightened by the high speed and had to distract myself else I would have fouled your car". He stammered."I must carry on!" He insisted and he did before I could stop him.At that point we hit a hedge and my penis got bitten off.
"Could I put my finger up your arse?" He suggested.
I thought, why not.