. Mount St. Helens ... I remember," she laughed again. "How's the anger management coming along?" Don't ask me ... ask the guys." I was smiling again.... We were having a pleasant and fun conversation despite some of the awkward moments."You can't be that bad ... they seem to like working for you," she said with a sly grin."That's good to know. I hate trying to be someone I'm not." You're not who I thought you were," she said in an unguarded moment.I looked at her carefully. I wasn't sure, but we. He dropped his bag by the door and limped forward, stopping before her. She was resting back on her hands, palms flat behind her, her ample chest thrust forward by the posture, her head slightly tilted back to look up at him. Her long thick blonde mane brushed the bed she sat on. ‘Well…’ she began softly, her hazel gaze fixed on his pained blue eyes, ‘where does it hurt?’. ‘You should know, since you’re responsible for it’ he answered accusingly. ‘Oh!’ she gasped, raising a dainty hand to her. Once, there was a basketball match, and I went to check out for the first time the way he bounces on the floor with the ball in his hand, all the people and cheerers were so excited and crazy for the whole thing, but me, I was acting like them in the time that my eyes were about to get all moised opening widely to watch his hot body jumping up number of meters to score a big number of goals, I couldn't help myself, just watching his chest shaking and his armpits and muscles showing to me, got. "By damn," she said quietly, setting down her lamp and opening the small door so it shone on me, "them bastids wasn't lying."She walked right up to me, her face about chest high, looked up and said, "I'm Lula." Then she opened my foreflap like it was a most ordinary thing to do, pulled out my limp member, caressed it gently and took its head in her warm mouth. She licked and sucked a bit while she kneaded my stones and scratched my stalk, glancing up at me from time to time and then holding my.