Hehad done this a few times with Tsunami, notmany that he could say he was excellent at it, buthe knew what he was doing well enoughapparently. He sli...d his hands up under her asslifting her up a bit to his mouth. He found her clitrather quickly and circled it with his hot tongueslowly, sending a shudder through her body thatmade her toes curl. He then blew cold air on herheated clit, making her back arch and Ayamegive a low hiss of pleasure.Naruto moved back from her clit, not wanting herto. “Yeah ... I had some the other day. His Honor insisted. Don’t let the name fool you: Wall Street alcohol has very little to do with New York’s financial district. It’s actually a blend of Scotch and local Vietnamese spirits that has become widely available throughout the country. It’s not technically a whiskey, but for all intents and purposes is treated as one.”“Are you ordering for me too?” Marcie inquired, not really caring if he did, all she wanted was to finish the meal and jump his bones.. Не удивлюсь, что даже сейчас некоторые анекдоты имеют вполне реальным прототипов.Третий случай относится к теме поскольку-постольку. Сначала перескажу один анекдот:Приходит муж пьяным со следами помады на лице под утро. Жена ему:— Ты где был?А он отвечает:— Я птица вольная, где хочу, там летаю.Через несколько дней пропадает жена на несколько дней, потом приходит в новеньком блядском платьице. Муж ей:— Ты где была?Она:— Я птица подневольная, когда отпустили, тогда пришла.Жизненный анекдот. Если. 'He's going to beat me up with that? I'm so screwed!'Something inside me felt odd and a rush of energy flowed through me. I didn't know what to make of it, but it wasn't unwelcome. Then the doors behind me pushed back at me and I got pushed towards my attackers. 'Is someone there trying to get in? Is there someone to help me?' My hopes went up even more, but then the doors blew open throwing me into the swing of Gary's bat. I had the wind knocked out of me, but I still hoped that whoever pushed.