Anthony didn't seem to really care, but Delilah was always worried the owner of the house might come out and yell at them one day. "Baby it's okay. No... one is going to see us." Anthony said to Delilah."How do you know that for sure, there are people walking by, they can turn around and see us in a second!" Delilah replied."Come on then we will go into the yard." Anthony said, grabbing Delilah's waist from behind."What? No way! What if they look out their window?!" Delilah shot back. Anthony. I swear by fucking godtwish!His best friends forever left him propped up against a lamp, lovinglywrapping his arms around it.- I wish I wash a slut ... I'd had a cunt and I could fuck ... and fuck... and fuck some more ... yeah!No ereshions but just fuck ... I'd be the biggest whore der wash ... yeah... bestest ... I'd like ... a cunt ...He slid down the pole to his knees, babbling about changing his sex, hisface contorted by alcohol, spittle drooling out of the corner of his lips.- oh fuck .... .. wearing only those boots and carrying her riding crop. I doubt very much that the real Anglo-Saxon countess, wife of the Earl of Mercia during the reign of Edward the Confessor, wore boots ... but I could be wrong. That didn’t matter. There was something very sensual, very erotic in an Amazonian manner, in the way that my ex-Mormon, Latina boot-fetish slut carried on with her literally cavalier fashion. She was likely to be as fierce in battle as she was in the sack, at least from the sound. And, regardless of the 'female plumbing' issues involved, I'm not sure whether to be thrilled at this signal that Trey is growing up... or to mourn over the fact that this event signifies she's not gonna be a little girl forever." "I know what you mean." "If you've got everything under control here in the kitchen, is it okay if I go in and keep Trey company until dinner?" Yeah. I'm sure she'd like that, even though she's a bit shy and embarrassed about those 'female plumbing' issues you.