"Any booger speak Lancashire!" she asked derisively and Bob came running because he fancied his self as a Linguist and somehow Achates made his self u...nderstood, well nearly because it took three days of seeing every variation of current production fucking machines being tested by Elsie Tatlock, Mini Carr and the Dowager Lady McNeedle, the regular testers except Lady McNeedle was just filling in for Iris while her butler had a dose of Le Clap Francais.Senor Achates made it clear that what he. Girls are always asking about his relationships, wanting to be his next fling. Those types of girls didn't understand why they were inevitably left broken-hearted, but that's what happens when you go looking for the wrong thing.I'd like to think that I'm better than that, but who am I kidding? My previous relationships only lasted a few weeks, at most, and the endings were always awkward. I tried to let the boys down easy by explaining- hey, it's not your fault, I'm just not that into you. If. Soon, the milkman of our apartment attracted towards me coz when he came I was in night dress, sometime undergarments or sometimes in towel, he stared me while giving milk, and sometimes I loosen my towel infront of him so he watched me naked, finally he agreed to feed me his own directly to me on daily basis, he came to my flat first and I gave him a quick blowjob and drank his semen/milk and on the day payment I allowed him to fuck.Not in shock, when he came with his friend someday for a. She was immersed in a cesspool of her own pissand shit and my piss and shit. She was woozy from inhaling the powerful aroma.I asked her if she would like to try for another five days. She looked at the yellow ripples in front of her eyes and quickly said, "NO!" I said, "I have been loading up on beer and coffee. I feel as thoughmy bladder is going to explode!" I then produced a funnel with a tube attached to it. I told her that if shedrank all of my piss and didn't spill a drop, I would.