" I say," croaked the one nearest me, "really Deborah, that is crude." It's not your business," said the one sitting across from me who, I quickly dec...ided, was the son of the fat one. He sneered at me. "You infernal mechanics don't know your place."I stood out in the aisle and gestured."Go to hell," cried the slim young man.I grabbed him by the back of his coat collar and yanked him to his feet. The older man cried, "Wait. We are leaving, Isaac. It is what she wants."I nodded to him and he took. . He does not ‘GET LOST ALL THE TIME’ - He ‘INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS.’4. He is not ‘BALDING’ - He is in ‘FOLLICLE REGRESSION.’5. He does not act like a’TOTAL ASS’- He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION.’(Loved this one!)6. It’s not his’CRACK’you see hanging out of his pants - It’s ‘TROUSER CLEAVAGE.’This is likely a repeat but it is worth a re-read“As good as this bar is,” said the Scotsman, “I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow, there’s a wee place called. Standing there, in front of him with her most see through underwear, she thinks of his face as she danced for him. She feels her body tense up, hears herself moan as the waves of her orgasm crash on her. She shakes in his arms, under his touch, against his skin. Mike can feel the heat of her flesh, both her loins and her body are both burning up. He feels the same, but this time it is different. This time he longs for her in ways he cant even imagine. This time is different… Mike unclasps her. .it was my arse. I approached him unsure what he was getting beyond a head job.“That’s my girl” said Steve as I unzipped his pants, knelt in the moonlight in front of him and worked his thick pushy growing cock to full stiffness in my warm accommodating mouth. I was a head job princess and he was damn lucky to have someone so young and skillful at the same time. I cupped his balls as I took his cock backwards and forwards between my O lips, deep to the back of my mouth. His cock shaft.