I noticed he was still looking at my legs and didn't try and hide the fact as he was filling his truck up. I opened my driver's door and intentionally... sat on the edge of the driver's seat with my legs hanging off the seat and reached in to get my purse to go inside.So I took my time like I was having trouble getting my purse and as I did I'd flash him a peek of my new black thong for him to see. I got out and shut the door and walked inside to go to the restroom and as I walked by him I smiled. Right nowhe's probably living on hope, though I've started him on hormones, so hishope will be springing eternal from you know where before long, so Iespecially don't want to give him ideas. What we did do was justwonderful, though. Oh, yes.No, none of my openings, nowhere near any of them. So there's nothingfor me to confess to Scott, my conscience is absolutely clear, and Scotthas nothing to be jealous about. When Scott gets back from his oil rigI'll explain that I ran into an old college. ....certe cose non si possono impedire, sarebbe un peccato non farle. Poi le sue mani vanno sui miei glutei, io mi bagno, ha mani calde e sicure che sanno bene cosa fare. Riusciamo a raggiungere casa sua anche se io lo avrei divorato lì per strada. La porta si chiude, lui mi prende la testa mi mette a forza in ginocchio e dicendomi: "succhia troia!" mi caccia in bocca il suo cazzone. Mi scopa la bocca, non riesco a fare niente, passano 30 secondi nei quali mi bagno spaventosamente, pregustando. Shit, I had spent almost the whole day before the first competition TESTING my pairs of skies together with my girlfriend who was one of the skiing competitors here. Which was another reason to complain - as she was a foreigner. From a different team - and I was probably there selling OUR secrets to them. Oh crap - I just ignored them and agreed to jump first. Like I had a choice.While in the first competition we had jumped from the normal - K90 - hill, in this second competition, we would jump.