''What did you want to know?' he asked her, tucking his shrinking part back into his trousers.She glanced at him. 'It doesn't matter. Some other time.... Look, are you going to finish what you started?'He stood up. 'Finish it yourself, ' he said curtly, and turned back to the house.Tom had stopped rubbing in surprise at what he had witnessed. It began to make sense now. Nodding to himself, in satisfaction at the discovery, he watched as the girl looked round before slipping her hand up the leg of. “Companies really act that way?”“Almost all organisations do. They look at the immediate bottom line, and ignore the later costs that they might incur. Many contracts say that the client is responsible for the extra costs of additional works or alterations they ask for. That covers the building firm for any lapses in their own design, for in most cases it will be the client who asks for changes to be made to correct the faulty design, thus making them responsible for the extra. What should have. He started cranking again.“That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard you say!” she whined. “Why on Earth would I want you to kiss me like that again?”“There isn’t anybody in the whole wide world that can answer that question except you,” he said. He grinned.She fumed for a minute.“Did you like it?” she asked.“Kissing you?”“Yes ... did you like it?” She seemed very interested in his answer.“I already told you ... I love you. I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t love you.”“But you’re my. Dad fucked her for ten more minutes, and both collapsed.Mom: ” Sarka, mi ithech jhopte. Kapde naka ghaalu” (Move aside and sleep naked, I want to sleep with you).They slept naked. I went into the room shagged, and slept. Now, this has become an everyday thing. Both my parents were getting hornier by the day. They fucked for the next three nights after that day. It became a routine once they were sure I was in sound sleep.They had sex every night and slept naked in the living room, and she would.